Posted by Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras (First Officer/Chief of Security) in Main-Sim:

Posted by Captain Rende Asam (Commanding Officer) in Main-Sim:

Posted by Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras (First Officer/Chief of Security) in Main-Sim:
Kreed looked at her in silence for several seconds, registering what his vision told him. Finally he nodded and then looked at Anders. “I accept the Captain in medical custody and will put a medical lock on her computer access. Our shift physician Dr. Sovak is not responding to comms and did not show up for his shift. I would like to request a security team check on him.” The large black eyes shifted to Asam. “Captain, this way please.” and gestured towards the back of sickbay. He let her stay at an arms length, but walked her back to a single biobed.

Thraz moved the instant the request was spoken, rising from the chair with a sharp scrape of boots on deck plating. His antennae snapped forward, then flared slightly outward alert, focused, and unmistakably keyed for action. “Understood,” he said, voice hard and immediate, the calm heat of a warrior who had just been given a clear task. There was no question, no hesitation.

He turned toward the door, already issuing orders into his comm as he moved.

=^= “Security detail, two teams. One to Sickbay perimeter, one to locate Dr. Sovak’s quarters. Move now.”=^= His gaze cut back briefly to Asam, and Kreed not to challenge, but to reassure . “I will account for the doctor,” he added, promise edged with steel. Then he was gone, long strides eating the corridor as the hunt began.

It was not long before he and two other security officers were standing at the Drs’ quarters. “Dr. Sovak’s” he called ringing the chime, his Antena were locked on the surroundings, shifting forward, searching.

Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras,
Executive Officer, USS Sentinel

Dr. Sovak’s Quarters – Deck 7, Section C

The corridor here was quieter than it should have been.

Not abandoned—Starfleet ships never truly were—but muted, as if the ambient hum of life-support had been dampened by unseen hands. The lights overhead burned at standard luminosity, yet felt dimmer somehow, their reflections stretching oddly across the polished bulkheads.

The chime echoed once.
Then again.

No response.

A faint vibration rippled through the deck plating, subtle enough to be dismissed as normal ship activity. Except it wasn’t rhythmic. It didn’t match warp harmonics, plasma flow, or impulse bleed. It came… late, like an echo arriving after the sound that caused it.

Cpt. Asam, CO

Thraz tried again with not success. “Stack up” he said sending the two NE’s to the side of the door for saft, he followed. “Overide it” he said to NE sims. His antenna were detecting odd things in the air, thing he could feel but not really explain. With a flick he opened a coms channel. [O] “Security to Bridge, Dr Sovack is not answers his door, overriding stand by” [C] he said, he readied himself for what came next, something was very wrong her. “Be ready now”

Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras,
Executive Officer, USS Sentinel

The panel chimed in acknowledgment as the override command was accepted. For a heartbeat, nothing happened—then the door slid open just enough to reveal darkness beyond, the lights inside Dr. Sovak’s quarters unlit. The air that spilled into the corridor was cool and sterile, carrying the faint, sharp scent of antiseptic…and something mineral beneath it, like overheated stone. Interior sensors flickered uncertainly, struggling to resolve depth and shape, as if the room resisted being fully seen all at once.

Inside, the quarters appeared orderly at first glance—too orderly. Furniture stood precisely aligned, personal effects untouched, as though no one had moved through the space in hours. Dr. Sovak was visible near the far bulkhead, standing perfectly still, his back to the door, hands clasped behind him in a posture of Vulcan meditation. His biosigns registered as present but muted, unnaturally flat. As the door finished opening, Thraz’s antennae prickled sharply—an instinctive warning—when the ambient vibration returned, stronger now, passing through the room like a delayed echo of a thought that did not belong to anyone there.

Cpt. Asam, CO