Posted by Spiral Vortex Of Doom (Storyteller) in Getting Rest (open)

Posted by Ensign Heather E. Argeneau (Engineer) in Getting Rest (open)
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.

As sleep slowly overtook her, she began to drift into a state of relaxation. As she did, her mind went to the moment she was moving through the Diplomat’s quarters. Kneeling next to a control panel, it wasn’t clear which one, was a young human male. As Heather walked past, he looked up and gave her a small smile and nod, and then went back to work closing the access panel. As she continued moving past, she remembered that she didn’t know the man, had not seen him before, but when she turned to look around at him, he was down the passageway and the turbolift doors were closing.

Vortex

Heather frowned she didn’t think of it at first if this was a dream or a memory. She moved to try and catch the lift doors before it closed. Mostly she was hoping to get a better look at the man before he could get away. She needed to know who he was.

Heather Argeneau, Ens.