Heather had been up for the last 48 hours trying to figure out this mess that had been plaguing her. When the Captain told her to take some rest and stop working the problem for a bit her tired body agreed. She was hungry having forgotten to feed in the last 24 or so hours. The Atlantean’s body was starting to cramp from the little nano’s going into her organs to find much-needed blood since she hadn’t stopped for a bite to eat to replenish her own blood supplies either. She made it to her quarters without showing the minor pain she had been feeling that was steadily getting worse.

Making her way to her sleeping area she hit the sequence of code to unlock the cold storage under her bed, cursing when her fingers shook and Heather had missed a number needing to start over. Taking a deep breath the young woman forced her hand to steady and hit the ride code causing the cold storage to open. Heather grabbed one of the bags filled with a red liquid of synthesized blood. Feeling her teeth shift and extend much like a cats claw she slapped the bag to her fags and rolled back onto the bed letting her teeth do the work.

Heather let out a sound of relief as the cramping started to subside. Two more bags disappeared like that. She closed the cold storage unit and heard the lock engage as she stood and made her way to the recycler. She dropped the empty bags in it before stripping out of her clothing and laying down on the bed again to get some sleep. Heather hoped that the Captain was right and her mind would open to show her what she needed to know.

Heather Argeneau, Ens.