The lab technicians and science department staff outside the R&D lab had called security… twice. And both times, they tried to access the secured space beyond the opaque walls to ascertain what the ship’s resident problem-child was doing. Not only could they not bypass the doors; but each time they tried a low, rhythmic beat grew louder.

Finally they contacted the one person they knew could get through to him: his wife. =/\= Security to Lieutenant Commander Kane. Ma’am, we need you assistance at the R&D lab. Your husband won’t open the door and refuses to respond to comms, Ma’am. =/\=

Kane, R&D