Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Weekly Requirements

Posted by Lieutenant Dr Tealor Tessan (CMO/CNS) in Weekly Requirements

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in Weekly Requirements
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The moment her hand touched his, they connected for the first time Sisnil felt how powerful his mind really was he was at least on a level playing field. The darkness spun around them making their stomach and then they were on top of the falls were they once climbed together. “This is my mind, it was the only place that was not to common for us that we had shared time together. ” he said his intentions pure. “If you feel lost or scared then think of this spot and we’ll come back here” he said his voice was like water it had an echo to it and it reverberated around them.

She could feel how sorry he was, remorse for having to put her through this, a desire to find who was responsible to keep Sisnil safe, a deep concern for them both and their mental heath. A feeling of lose of a loved one. His emotions were intense and it was hard to separate his from hers.

Zoi could hear every word that he spoken, as Dradvia was now mouthing the words as well. He could tell that their minds had joined fully and that Tessan could go anywhere he wanted in her mind, but he was not and that was that his intention.

“Think now, back to when you were in your room, the pounding at the door, the shouting” he said waiting for the scenery to change.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

They appeared in her quarters right inside the door. The sound of the manual lock engaging was loud in the room. It was dark in the room. The only light was a small strip from under the door behind them, and the glow of her terminal on standby. The windows were open, but just dots of stars far away as the ship stood still added no detail to the room. Everything was just darker shadows among the rest. The furniture. The room was barren really. A desk, a bed, the small coffee table, and love seat. There was a heap on the bed, that was most likely the blanket she was talking about.

She moved forward blindly in the direction of the bed and hit her hip on the edge of the desk. Her fingers trailed over the cool smooth surface as they edged around it. They shivered in the room, cold, scared, breathing at a full panic, heart racing. They wanted the blanket and its comfort. Letting go of the desk they took a single step.

The sudden pounding seemed to shake the whole room. “DRADVIA!!!!” Terror welled up in her throat and it was swallowed down even as they fell to the floor.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Tealor felt the terror as if it were his own, he struggled a moment or two before he composed himself. He reached out and washed them both in peace and calm. Zoi felt it and then the desire to keep moving forward. They were close now.
“Ensign, You are fine I’m her with you this is just a memory. “… “Just a memory” … “Memory” his voice continued to echo.

“Two breaths Ensign, let the scene move forward one breath at a time”… “One breath at a time” … “at a time” … “time” his voice cut through like a knife it was not gentle, she could tell though it was not meant to hurt her but to focus her. She could feel Tealor and his desire to keep her safe, to get to the bottom of the memory.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

She took a breath. Their head hurt, they had bumped it on the side of the bed and landed on their hands. Their wrists were sore. The pounding came again. Then…

They were across the room, curled in a corner behind a chair. There was a soft knock on the door. Different than before. The knock came again and they stared at the door frozen in place. “Dee?”

“Dee? Please answer the door. I won’t come in. Are you okay?” It was Sisnil. It would be okay. Fingers shaking they reached slowly for control on the wall…fumbling to hit the control for the door. The door opened and he stood there. A labored ‘help’ squeaked out in fear.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

He was not sure how they got there. It was so broken and chaotic. “Lets go back”… “go back” “back” Zoi sensed Tealor taking control but the intent was good. They shot back to just before the knock, they looked around for a clock. the subconscious often saw things they did not realize they had seen. They felt more confident now, less afraid though it was still there it was subdued.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

The clock on the terminal read 1320 hours.

Again their fingers slipped off the desk, the knock came and they fell. The second knock, but now they were not in the Wolverine. They were in a cargo room, behind large stacked crates in the dark. “DRADVIA. COME OUT!” Master was angry, she was hiding from him.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

They licked their lips, pulling their knees tight into their chest. Why did we say that we should have just been good. Maybe if they can’t find us. Their heart was pounding our of their chest. Their, her, their body vibrated with fear of what was about to happen. Maybe if they were quiet Master would chose someone else. “NO” ,, “NO” this was not right.. Tealor shook his head this is not the wolverine.

Zoi could sense fear in Tealor then confusion and then certainty again. There was only intendent gain to get to the bottom of what was going on.

Tealor shift the memory back to 1319 just a minute before the nock.. “That was a long time ago,” he voice echoed. He let time start again and roll forward to 1320 and started again he suspected that who ever had altered the memory and used an old one that was similar to reenforce the trauma educed memory loss illusion. He needed to be sure however and let time start.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

Beside Sisnil, Dradvia’s body shook with fear, her body curled tighter. Trying to wrap her arms around her knees, she tugged her hands against Tessan’s, but he had a firm grip on hers. Then she calmed as Tessan took them backwards again.

The door locked, they bumped their hip on the desk. They were cold from the fear and panic. They wanted their blanket. It was soft and heavy, like a hug. Overwhelming loneliness filled them. No one hugged them, they couldn’t let anyone hug them. Their fingers slipped off the desk.

BANG BANG BANG “DRADVIA!” The space around them began to shimmer, the shapes in the dark changing shape as they fell. No longer furniture but morphing into storage crates.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Out side loneliness slipped through Tealors mind, it was very close to home for him, it had been many years since he had any real contact.

They are going to find us, we have to hide!! No this was wrong he was ready for this, it’s what he was expecting. “Stop” his words cut through the fassad. He took them back to the finger slip. Paused there. Then they pulled back to the top of the falls.

Zoi could feal Teasan, he was begining to fatique what ever was going on in there was taking an immense amount of psychic energy.

In his mind he formed a shell on the outer sides of the memory, an image came up like a tv screen. Dradvia had her hands on the edge of a desk her fingers slipped and then it shimmered and faded into a warehouse and she was younger girl early teens and hiding. He looked at Dradivia, “this is where they replaced your memory,” he played it back again. “See the shimmer?” he asked pushing out a sense of calm that initially was hard from him to find.

She didn’t feel the calm. The panic pushed back at him not letting the calm take over. It made it harder for him to remain calm. Watching the shimmer seemed to make her panic worse. “It’s just a flashback,” the words were a bit mechanical.

While she responded he searched around the memory for the signature of who put it there. He would not likely recognize them but he could confirm that it was not Zoi or Him that had done it. The Neural recorder he had put on in the other room would see to that.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

Turning his attention to the search and his fatigue let the embedded flashback continue to play. Her panic returned to a more accurate level as the shimmer disappeared from view. Dradvia watched as she hid in the cargobay. She was so cold in those horrid rags they made them wear. They were shouting for her. Threatening worse and worse punishments the longer she refused to come out of hiding.

Tealor shuttered the memory of the cold filling his body, his heart began to race as the scene unfolded.

The crate in front of her went flying, and Master stood sneering down at her. (Beside Sisnil, Dradvia whimpered). His face was ugly with it’s joy at finding her. His massive hand wrapped in her hair and yanked her up.

He could feel the yank on the hair in his core, the pain and fear that it generated, the thoughts of what was coming, he started looking around trying to ground himself. A small whimper leaving his own lips. Zoi could sense the hopelessness.

Like a VHS that’s been taped over too many times, an image seeped through. Another face, one she didn’t recognize at all, and it was too brief to really see, but the sudden appearance made her scream. The terror threw them both out of her mind. Dradvia jerked her hands away and tried to crawl backwards in the chair, causing it to topple backwards, but she kept going, until she was hidden in the corner, screaming

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Tealor mirrored her actions completely his own chair toppled, he did not make to the connor fully before he was able to collect and reground himself, as he dead he heaved over the shock of being forced out of the connection, the feelings and the pain, the memories all of it came flooding out as he heaved all over the floor. he could not think yet, “Go to her but stay out!” he shouted between heaves.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine