The Devil, his Due

Posted on Thu Feb 27th, 2020 @ 2:43am by Lieutenant Commander Toshnarr

Mission: Mission 17: The Drug-Dimmed Tide
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 2345Hrs - December 12th, 2390

Chief Petty Officer Toshnarr had been reduced to little more then a wild animal as he had caught a vole while heading home from the feast, he had a large crate with him, he had added modifications so Toshnarr could carry it like a backpack.

He looked a the Vole as he heard a soft whisper, asking him not to kill the Vole. Toshnarr blinked. "How can you talk to me?"

"How can I not talk... you understand me?" the Vole inquired.

"I do. yes..." Toshnarr blinked his massive eyes. "You understand that I must kill you, I must eat?"

"I do... I would prefer that you did not kill me... I have a family who relies upon me to provide for them."

"I understand.. however the great circle of life doesn't make exceptions for sentimentality or brevity. I caught you and now you have become my food."

"Indeed... as the rats I have caught have become my food... we're all interlinked in the great chain of life.. and death..."

"So you accept your role in the great circle then?"

"Of course, for me to do otherwise would be meaningless... you caught me honestly and fairly, you have honored my soul.. and now I will honor you by nourishing you're body as sustenance."

"You honor me Vole..." Toshnarr commented. "I should release you."

"No.. you would honor me by performing your role in the great circle.. my family will endure. as will you." the Vole responded.

"Then I commend your spirit to the winds..." and with that Toshnarr snapped its neck and plunged the dead creature into his mouth as he feasted on it, he then picked up his crate as he resumed his homeward march, not realizing what he would find there.