The Horrors that Lurk

Posted on Tue Mar 3rd, 2020 @ 4:49pm by Commander John 'Nuke Em' Sheridan & Lieutenant James MacPherson & Chief Petty Officer Ralih sh'Krev'Phov

Mission: Mission 52: The Astral Winds
Location: Various Locations - USS Roanoke
Timeline: 1000Hrs, December 4th, 2391

It was midmorning on the USS Roanoke and life was carrying on as normal, two punishment details were being dished out, one for gross stupidity and the other for brawling. In Cargo Bay Six Crewman Nicola Fudgepacker whined. "Why did I draw this detail?" as she stomped her foot and generally acted like she was a spoiled child. She was also known for referring to herself as 'Her royal highness the seventh of her name'. A little detail that was a big deal to most.

The Human female who faced her was not impressed and nor was she amused either. "I wonder... who is actually being punished... You... because you fucked up paperwork ... or me... for having to listen to you." as Tuula slapped a PADD into the other womans chest none too gently. "Get this finished before days end... or you'll have more then your boss to deal with..." before she turned to Private Donald Trump who often referred to himself as 'Donald Trump the Magnificent.'

"You head what I said... get to it." and with that the Human departed, now enraged.

"So... what we doin'?"

"This... I will direct you and you will work.." she announced as she regarded him in a rather imperious tone and posture.

"Lady... You will not speak to me like that..." Trump was not impressed before she hauled off and bitch-slapped him across the face. "You will!" she demanded in a nasally tone.

Trump growled as he grabbed her, before he quite litteraly bent her over, before pulling down her pants and panties and then he gave her a rather serious spanking, she started screaming and balling her eyes out as he found he got a perverse thrill out of spanking a grown woman like she was a petulant child.

Fudgepacker screamed while Trump yanked her combadge off of her chest so she couldn't cry for help, not like she needed or deserved assistance as she did need disciplining, the smacking sound of his hand upon her bare flesh was mesmerizing, the skin began to turn from while to pink then it darkened to red before he stopped, then he shoved her off of him.

She landed in a heap, the cold of the floor was a welcome relief to her bare ass that had just been violated, she glared evilly at Trump. "I'mma get you for this.... you fucking shitstain."

"Yeah... you were asking for it. You does not speak to me like that.... or I .... or... or else...."

Fudgepacker laughed at him. "When I report this... you will pay... yes... Oh how you will.." there was a soft noise that came from the other side of the cargo bay

Trump ignored it but Fudgepacker was not so easily swayed. "Go check that out..."

Trump sighed as he got off the crate he had been sitting on as he growled. "Fine." he muttered as he walked over towards the scene of what he thought was nothing. "Fucking lazy fucking useless shit.."

Trump turned the corner as he passed some shelving when suddenly something moved, he turned his head as something came at him, he screamed in fright.

Fudgepacker paused as she heard the commotion before she slapped at her empty chest where he combadge would have been had Trump not removed it earlier so she could scream for help.

Fudgepacker blinked as she moved in carefully, she advanced slowly towards the location in question as she couldn't see what had happened but then she noticed a blood trail, smeared against the deck-plating, it was bright red and smudged as she blinked her eyes. "Ummmm Trump..?" she asked aloud.

There was no answer.

"This isn't funny... come out..." she paused before advancing again, except this time it was something landing on her from above, she screamed as she felt the soft mushy-like material began to burn her. She began writing and screaming as it burned her before it began consuming her flesh except where it was quick with Trump, it was slow with her but in the end however, it mattered not as she too was turned into food for the developing life-form.

The life-form could sense no more life nearby and it had enough for what it needed so it crouched down into a ball as it began its next state of its life development, it quickly formed a cocoon.

Several hours later. Tuula returned to check in her charges but she could not find any signs of them, she blinked her eyes in surprise "Computer Locate Private Donald Trump?"

"Donald Trump is not aboard the ship?"

The Human was mystified. "How did he leave?"

"Unknown."

"Lovely." she sighed as she tapped her combadge. "Tuula to security?"

"Sheridan here... go ahead.?"

"I hate to rain on you like this but I got two people missing and the computer can't find them."

"Lovely... Who are they.?"

"Private Donald Trump and Crewman Apprentice Nicola Fudgepacker."

There was a pregnant pause as there was a soft cracking sound that echoed around the room. "Ummm... Lieutenant, you'd best get down here... I think I have company.." Ralih paused as she slowly advanced towards the source of the sound.

"On my way..." Sheridan responded before the com went dead.

Tuula rounded the corner before she came face to face with a rather large looking cocoon. "What on Earth.... is that...?" she asked herself.

Tuula turned and moved over to the other side of the Cargo Bay, as she did, there was more cracking sounds before the top of the egg split open, then the beast within began to pour forth.

Tuula knew she was in trouble as the lifeform fully hatched from its egg, it leapt up into the air, before sweeping across the cargo bay in a graceful arc before colliding with the outer bulkhead. There was a loud audible bang as Tuula was able to flee from the site of the event, however then the lifeform breached the hull, it set loose a hurricane of wind inside the cargo bay as it violently decompressed the room to space.

Tuula was able to escape through the cargo bay doors before she sealed them behind her. She let out a sigh as John Sheridan and two security troopers came around the corner. "What happened?"

"A spaceborne lifeform.... It got loose and I think its left the ship.. It killed and ate my two guys..."

"Oh..." Sheridan responded. "Alright... Well lets get you to sickbay... I'll call in an Engineering detail so we can repair the cargo bay and find out what happened."

"Sounds good to me sir." Tuula responded before she followed him down the hallway in her hoverchair.