RE: Werewolf XV II: The Final Frontier (Day 5 ends May 3rd at 10PM EST)
There the crew sat at the bridge, confused and, for a select few, in a groggy daze. Some of them felt like they were being watched for the last couple of nights by some unseen and sinister being. Some of them had a faint picture of a tall, dark figure, haunting their memories. It was like... It was like it didn't have a face...
"Someone -- or rather, something -- visited me last night... I... I don't think... It was like he was watching me, but with no eyes. Like he had no face..." one man said, clinging tightly to his phaser nervously.
A cringe went over Dark Void's face. Had they noticed him? They couldn't have known it was him; he was out of his disguise at the time. He was safe... He hoped.
"What kind of freak has no face!?" another man exclaimed.
Another cringe. He hated the general assumption that he didn't have a face. Dark Void swore, if he came across Victor Surge...
"I know! The same thing happened to me! Someone who has no face? Idiotic." another man said.
"For the last time, I have a face!!" Dark Void suddenly cried out.
Everyone stared at him. He was tall, clothed in black instead of the usual attire, accented by his albino-white skin. He was a Bolian, meaning he had no hair to speak of.
Dark Void stood there, paralyzed. What had he done? He just sealed his own fate! The crew was staring, but for completely different reasons. The two stood at opposite ends of the room, staring at each other.
"Oh my gosh... It's the Slender Man!!" one especially history-tuned man said, reaching in his pocket.
Dark Void prepared for phaser fire, bracing himself, only to have himself pelted by what seemed to be green cloth. Lowering his hands, Dark Void realized that this wasn't just green cloth, it was money. Twenty dollar bills, at that. This only seemed to infuriate the Bolian, knowing full well that he was not who they said he was; he was much worse.
Transforming from a Bolian to a large, three legged alien, Dark Void was revealed to be an Undine! And in an instant, the crew stopped throwing money and grabbed their phasers from their hips, brandishing them.
"Wow, you're almost as ugly as your boss. Give it up, we have you cornered." a voice came from the left of Dark Void. It was the captain.
"'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder', isn't that one of your old sayings?" Dark Void replied, turning to face the captain, who was resting his arms on the bar behind the center chair.
"Depends what you consider old."
"Perhaps."
"Either way, you're outta luck. There's nothing you can do."
"I don't have to do anything. Tell me; have you been keeping an eye on your crew?"
Clemmins turned to see the entire assembled crew brandishing their weapons at Clemmins instead of Dark Void. The captain couldn't believe what he was seeing; take the most dedicated crew in Starfleet and you still wouldn't get the devotion these people had to each other and the captain. It was just... Insane. What was wrong with them?
"Guys?" the captain began, taking a quick glance to make sure Dark Void was still in the same place, which he was.
Without warning, blue beams of light leaped from the barrel of the crew's phasers and soared towards the captain. Acting fast after the first two beams buzzed by his face, Clemmins ducked behind the console, taking cover from the rest of them.
"They are under my command now, captain." the Undine spat out the last word, as if a bad taste was in his... Mouth... Thing.
This gave Clemmins an idea. Lurching forward, the captain rolled from console to console, paying no mind to the insults hurled by the Undine in it's own language. Out of the cover of the console, Clemmins leaped forward and grabbed hold of the slender Undine and grabbed hold of his back.
"I don't think you'd kill yourself, would ya?" the captain said, pulling his phaser out and jamming it into the neck of the larger alien.
As the Undine stiffened, the people under the Unidne's control seemed to stiffen as well.
"Now, my friend, you need to answer some questions. Who and what are your friend's disguises? Answer me!!" Clemmins bellowed into the shallow indentation on Dark Void's head, presumably his ear.
Twitching, Dark Void made a split second decision. He knew what he signed on for when he joined Ulginesh, and he knew it may come to this. Twitching slightly with his fingers. The Undine sent out a collective psychic signal to the crew to focus their fire on him.
"For... The Empire!" Dark Void bellowed, just before the lasers struck him and almost in an instant, he was gone.
"NO! Dangit!" the captain howled, feeling the ashes of Dark Void falling through his fingers.
The crew collapsed, unconscious for a brief moment and almost as soon as they fell, they caught themselves and stood back up. It was some time later when Gareb, the CMO, came to and gave everyone a quick once-over with his eye for medical deficiencies. He told them to get back to their quarters and get some rest, for their mental health would be at the verge of breaking if anything else stressed them out too much.
On their way back, however, there was a rather big surprise. The body of The Yoshi, except from the silver blood pouring out of his chest. He suddenly changed before their eyes to become... Ulginesh!
The captain knelt down and grinned with a mocking glare, but it disappeared when the third arm of Ulginesh grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close.
"G... Gorsha...! Different... Plans... Much... Worse... Disguised as-" then, the Undine died. It would be one thing to say the light faded from his eyes, but then again... There was no light to begin with.
Yoshi was:
"Well then... That changes things, doesn't it?" Clemmins stated the obvious, standing up and gazing down at the Undine, not sure what to think of him.
_____
"Ulginesh is dead." one voice said.
"I know." another said, and if it was in person, it would be through a frown.
"Shut up, both of you. Ulginesh was weak. He could not see the beauty of our Empire through his web of devotion to a lost cause. I, Gorsha, am now your leader. If you have a problem with that... Then you shall suffer the same fate..." Gorsha replied with his own telepathy.
The two of them could not argue with that.
"All hail Gorsha!"
Night 5 begins now and ends @ 10:00 PM May 4th
There the crew sat at the bridge, confused and, for a select few, in a groggy daze. Some of them felt like they were being watched for the last couple of nights by some unseen and sinister being. Some of them had a faint picture of a tall, dark figure, haunting their memories. It was like... It was like it didn't have a face...
"Someone -- or rather, something -- visited me last night... I... I don't think... It was like he was watching me, but with no eyes. Like he had no face..." one man said, clinging tightly to his phaser nervously.
A cringe went over Dark Void's face. Had they noticed him? They couldn't have known it was him; he was out of his disguise at the time. He was safe... He hoped.
"What kind of freak has no face!?" another man exclaimed.
Another cringe. He hated the general assumption that he didn't have a face. Dark Void swore, if he came across Victor Surge...
"I know! The same thing happened to me! Someone who has no face? Idiotic." another man said.
"For the last time, I have a face!!" Dark Void suddenly cried out.
Everyone stared at him. He was tall, clothed in black instead of the usual attire, accented by his albino-white skin. He was a Bolian, meaning he had no hair to speak of.
Dark Void stood there, paralyzed. What had he done? He just sealed his own fate! The crew was staring, but for completely different reasons. The two stood at opposite ends of the room, staring at each other.
"Oh my gosh... It's the Slender Man!!" one especially history-tuned man said, reaching in his pocket.
Dark Void prepared for phaser fire, bracing himself, only to have himself pelted by what seemed to be green cloth. Lowering his hands, Dark Void realized that this wasn't just green cloth, it was money. Twenty dollar bills, at that. This only seemed to infuriate the Bolian, knowing full well that he was not who they said he was; he was much worse.
Transforming from a Bolian to a large, three legged alien, Dark Void was revealed to be an Undine! And in an instant, the crew stopped throwing money and grabbed their phasers from their hips, brandishing them.
"Wow, you're almost as ugly as your boss. Give it up, we have you cornered." a voice came from the left of Dark Void. It was the captain.
"'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder', isn't that one of your old sayings?" Dark Void replied, turning to face the captain, who was resting his arms on the bar behind the center chair.
"Depends what you consider old."
"Perhaps."
"Either way, you're outta luck. There's nothing you can do."
"I don't have to do anything. Tell me; have you been keeping an eye on your crew?"
Clemmins turned to see the entire assembled crew brandishing their weapons at Clemmins instead of Dark Void. The captain couldn't believe what he was seeing; take the most dedicated crew in Starfleet and you still wouldn't get the devotion these people had to each other and the captain. It was just... Insane. What was wrong with them?
"Guys?" the captain began, taking a quick glance to make sure Dark Void was still in the same place, which he was.
Without warning, blue beams of light leaped from the barrel of the crew's phasers and soared towards the captain. Acting fast after the first two beams buzzed by his face, Clemmins ducked behind the console, taking cover from the rest of them.
"They are under my command now, captain." the Undine spat out the last word, as if a bad taste was in his... Mouth... Thing.
This gave Clemmins an idea. Lurching forward, the captain rolled from console to console, paying no mind to the insults hurled by the Undine in it's own language. Out of the cover of the console, Clemmins leaped forward and grabbed hold of the slender Undine and grabbed hold of his back.
"I don't think you'd kill yourself, would ya?" the captain said, pulling his phaser out and jamming it into the neck of the larger alien.
As the Undine stiffened, the people under the Unidne's control seemed to stiffen as well.
"Now, my friend, you need to answer some questions. Who and what are your friend's disguises? Answer me!!" Clemmins bellowed into the shallow indentation on Dark Void's head, presumably his ear.
Twitching, Dark Void made a split second decision. He knew what he signed on for when he joined Ulginesh, and he knew it may come to this. Twitching slightly with his fingers. The Undine sent out a collective psychic signal to the crew to focus their fire on him.
"For... The Empire!" Dark Void bellowed, just before the lasers struck him and almost in an instant, he was gone.
"NO! Dangit!" the captain howled, feeling the ashes of Dark Void falling through his fingers.
The crew collapsed, unconscious for a brief moment and almost as soon as they fell, they caught themselves and stood back up. It was some time later when Gareb, the CMO, came to and gave everyone a quick once-over with his eye for medical deficiencies. He told them to get back to their quarters and get some rest, for their mental health would be at the verge of breaking if anything else stressed them out too much.
On their way back, however, there was a rather big surprise. The body of The Yoshi, except from the silver blood pouring out of his chest. He suddenly changed before their eyes to become... Ulginesh!
The captain knelt down and grinned with a mocking glare, but it disappeared when the third arm of Ulginesh grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close.
"G... Gorsha...! Different... Plans... Much... Worse... Disguised as-" then, the Undine died. It would be one thing to say the light faded from his eyes, but then again... There was no light to begin with.
Yoshi was:
"Well then... That changes things, doesn't it?" Clemmins stated the obvious, standing up and gazing down at the Undine, not sure what to think of him.
_____
"Ulginesh is dead." one voice said.
"I know." another said, and if it was in person, it would be through a frown.
"Shut up, both of you. Ulginesh was weak. He could not see the beauty of our Empire through his web of devotion to a lost cause. I, Gorsha, am now your leader. If you have a problem with that... Then you shall suffer the same fate..." Gorsha replied with his own telepathy.
The two of them could not argue with that.
"All hail Gorsha!"
Night 5 begins now and ends @ 10:00 PM May 4th
