-=/\=- (USS Spectre, Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy – 1835) (USS Spectre, Bridge – CMO, Williams – 1837) (Location Unknown – COUNS, Ensign (SG) Divon Lronen – 1845) (USS Spectre, Ready Room – CO, Captain Remae Ktell – 1845) (USS Spectre, Sickbay – CMO, Williams - 1847) (USS Spectre, Operating Theatre – CMO, Williams – 1849) (Location Unknown – Nurse Douwsy – 1850) (USS Spectre, Operating Theatre – Nurse (alternative) Douwsy – 1853) -=/\=- (USS Spectre, Sickbay – Nurse Douwsy – 1835) Douwsy laid the crewman beside the only available bio-bed and quickly scanned sickbay. There were people every where. She had been surprised by the amount of casualties flooding in to sickbay. ~We’re going to have to but them in the corridor soon!~ "Where is Doctor Williams?" An ensign who was running a dermal regenerator over an injured crewman's chest turned. "He’s still on the bridge and Doctor Bently is scrubbed up in theatre. He said he wanted a hand as soon as you arrived back." Douwsy nodded. ~What the Hell is Andrew doing on the Bridge? We need him here!~ "Douwsy to Doctor Williams, report to Sickbay on the double." Not waiting for a reply she turned and weaved her way through sickbay and headed towards the operating theatre. (USS Spectre, Operating Theatre – Nurse Douwsy – 1846) Douwsy scrubbed up and entered the operating theatre. She stopped in horror at what she saw. There was blood splattered all over the far wall. It had seen to have come from a patient who was on the floor in a rapidly expanding pool of blood. She saw Warren trying to pull him self up from the floor. "Douwsy to Williams, medical emergency in theatres." She ran over to Warren. As she his hand came up from no where and clamped around her neck. She was lifted off the floor and slammed against the wall. As she struggled against Warrens hand she could looked into his eyes and saw some thing evil grinning back. "What the hell are you doing? Put her down." Then she slipped into the darkness. (Reply none) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre, Bridge – CMO, Williams – 1837) Andrew watched as Ktell, Banowsky and Lronen walked passed him with out saying anything to him. ~What the Hell is happening here?~ He turned towards Tahlmari and saw about to say something when he was interrupted. =^=Douwsy to Doctor Williams report to Sickbay on the double.=^= He looked at Tahlmari. "I'm needed in sickbay Commander. I'll be there if you need me." (Reply Tahlmari) With that he turned and ran to the turbolift. (Location Unknown – COUNS, Ensign (SG) Divon Lronen – 1845) Divon's eyes fluttered open and he began to take in his surroundings. ~An office, but who's?~ The office was richly appointed, mostly in a red, satin-like material. The desk was definitely one that work was done regularly on as it was littered with PADDs and various devices. Divon stood and walked around the office slowly. A desk with a chair behind it, well appointed. Chairs in front of the desk... not nearly as nice as the others. Much more spartan. Divon looked around; there were various indications of a standard technology he was used to. It all seemed very strange. As he stood, he looked down and noticed the uniform for the first time. The collar was much higher than on his regular uniform and black was a dominant feature. He glanced to one side and saw the armband for the first time with a dagger emblazoned on it. ~What the hell?~ Walking to the desk, Divon picked up a PADD and hit a few keys. [Duty log, Chief Interrogator] (Reply none) (Posted by Jeff Bergeron) (USS Spectre, Ready Room – CO, Captain Remae Ktell – 1845) =^= Captain what's happening. We have gotten medical emergency reports from all over the ship. Sickbay is filling up fast. I need space to do surgery. I can't do it if we are bouncing around. =^= "Surgery? I don't know what's going on Doctor. We'll be coming to a stop shortly. Mr Lronen, report to Sickbay and get me a report." "Captain Remae, just what in the hell is going on?" Commander Tahlmari had returned to the Bridge and it looked like he had questions. "I wish I could tell you Mr Tahlmari. We're going to find out what is causing these injuries and we're going to take a close, hard look at the Phantom, with the short range sensors, if it’s safe, I am going to send an away team over.", said Remae sitting down at his chair once more. (Reply Tahlmari) "I understand, Commander. The shields can handle the stress for a short time.", Remae looked over, "Commander Tahlmari, I want you to put together the away team." (Reply Tahlmari) "Very well, bring us into transporter range and find a way to beam a team over there.", ordered Remae. Although the star was pummelling the shields but the Spectre was setup to handle the radiation and protect the crew for a little while. (Reply from Tahlmari, Any) (Posted by Anthony Keen) (USS Spectre, Sickbay – CMO, Williams – 1847) Andrew entered sickbay to see it over flowing with people. ~Is the whole crew in here or what?~ =^=Douwsy to Williams medical emergency in theatre.=^= ~Oh no!~ He ran weaving his way across sickbay. (USS Spectre, Operating Theatre – CMO, Williams – 1849) Andrew dashed into Sickbay at a flat run. He skidded to a halt as he entered. He looked at the scene of carnage in front of him and saw Douwsy pinned to the wall by Warren. "What the hell are you doing? Put her down." Andrew saw Warren look over at him and then back to Douwsy. Andrew could see that she was weakening. "Warren let her go now." He saw them both sigh together and Douwsy stopped moving. ~No, no…~ Andrew reacted on impulse he crossed the room and smashed his fist into the side of Warren's head. There was a slight grunt of surprise as he collapsed with a thick thud. Andrew turned back to Douwsy. "Douwsy are you okay. Talk to me." (Reply Douwsy) (Reply Douwsy, Tahlmari, any) (Posted by Robbie) (Location Unknown – Nurse Douwsy – 1850) Douwsy mind slowly began to register where she was. She was covered in something warm and soft. She opened her eyes to see that she was staring at something purple. She slowly moved her head around and realised that she was looking at a peace of purple material hanging from the ceiling. She slowly began to move her body and found that she was covered in the sheets of a bed. ~What am I doing here?~ She rolled out of the bed and slowly stood up. She had seen her self in the mirror. It was not the reflection that she had been expecting to see. ~I'm an Orion!~ She looked at the gold bands around her wrists. ~I'm a slave. What the Hell is going on?~ She looked at her green skinned body in the mirror. She looked at her new self for a minute. She slowly looked around the room and noticed a door in the far wall. ~I better find out where I am.~ She looked at her self again in the mirror. ~But first I'm find some clothes!~ She hunted around the room but only found two peaces of clothing. One was a skimpy top covering practically nothing and the other was a long nearly see through skirt. ~Hope it does not get to chilly!~ She turned and left the room. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie) (USS Spectre, Operating Theatre – Alternative Nurse Douwsy – 1853) "Douwsy are you okay. Talk to me." The 'nurse' looked back that the man speaking to her. "Too late." This was all too easy in a moment another of them wound has his body. She sprang at the man grabbing him around the waist and slamming him against the floor. She grinned at him as she trapped his chest to the floor. "You really are so easy. Soon you all will be ours and there is nothing you can do about it." She saw his face harden into a snarl. "Try this." There was a faint hiss and everything went black. (Reply any) (Posted by Robbie)