RE: Werewolf XV II: The Final Frontier (Night 6 ends May 12th at 10PM EST)
The lights were out, the viewscreen was showing a real-time view of the outside of the Farstar. It was not only serene in it's calming silence, but it was also rather ominous, as the Gorganzola was drifting about lazily. It was perfect for sleep, and yet, there she was. Scanners broken, wrench in hand and sweat on her brow. She was there for hours, unscrewing bolts, replacing panels and fusing wires back together. It was high time she, as the humans say, "put Humpty Dumpty back together". Work on the inside done, it was time to sew everything back up. She screwed panels, motherboards and wires back into their original place. All of this was the easy part.
Standing up, she began to type furiously on the keyboard. Light reflecting off her Vulcan face. Clemmins walked up behind her with coffee in his hand, taking a brief moment to take a sip.
"Looks good to me." he said, scratching his unshaven chin.
"Looks can be deceiving." Ka-Ton replied, continuing to type on the console.
"Hmhm. I think you know something about that."
Finishing her work, she typed in her query to scan the crew. If this worked, this whole thing would be over in moments. Turning to face her captain, she greeted him with a subtle smirk, but only visible to the trained eye. Good thing Clemmins had a trained eye.
"And what would you mean by that, Captain?"
"I dunno, probably something illogical."
"Most likely."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Something logical."
For a millisecond -- and no longer than that, mind you -- her face relinquished her stern and cold face to reveal an almost starry-eyed expression, but in an instant it was gone. Clemmins felt a smirk come over his face as he saw this happen, having the trained eye for her emotional leaks. But alas, the moment was ruined when suddenly, a loud beep came from the console. Quickly turning, Ka-Ton read the results. It was on RogueChomp, and he was not who he said he was. Quickly grabbing hold of the nearest datapad, Ka-Ton copied the entire page onto it.
RogueChomp is:
The two of them stood there, flabbergasted. This was going to be-
Suddenly, the console erupted in flames.
... Easy.
It seemed that the power was just too much for the shabby repair job. In just a few hours, it was not like one had to expect a professional repair job in such a short time. Standing in front of the roaring flames, it was obvious to Ka-Ton and Clemmins that there was no repairing the scanners now. But there was definitely no denying the information that they gained from the scanners.
This is not a death, just a public role reveal. Night 6 continues!
The lights were out, the viewscreen was showing a real-time view of the outside of the Farstar. It was not only serene in it's calming silence, but it was also rather ominous, as the Gorganzola was drifting about lazily. It was perfect for sleep, and yet, there she was. Scanners broken, wrench in hand and sweat on her brow. She was there for hours, unscrewing bolts, replacing panels and fusing wires back together. It was high time she, as the humans say, "put Humpty Dumpty back together". Work on the inside done, it was time to sew everything back up. She screwed panels, motherboards and wires back into their original place. All of this was the easy part.
Standing up, she began to type furiously on the keyboard. Light reflecting off her Vulcan face. Clemmins walked up behind her with coffee in his hand, taking a brief moment to take a sip.
"Looks good to me." he said, scratching his unshaven chin.
"Looks can be deceiving." Ka-Ton replied, continuing to type on the console.
"Hmhm. I think you know something about that."
Finishing her work, she typed in her query to scan the crew. If this worked, this whole thing would be over in moments. Turning to face her captain, she greeted him with a subtle smirk, but only visible to the trained eye. Good thing Clemmins had a trained eye.
"And what would you mean by that, Captain?"
"I dunno, probably something illogical."
"Most likely."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Something logical."
For a millisecond -- and no longer than that, mind you -- her face relinquished her stern and cold face to reveal an almost starry-eyed expression, but in an instant it was gone. Clemmins felt a smirk come over his face as he saw this happen, having the trained eye for her emotional leaks. But alas, the moment was ruined when suddenly, a loud beep came from the console. Quickly turning, Ka-Ton read the results. It was on RogueChomp, and he was not who he said he was. Quickly grabbing hold of the nearest datapad, Ka-Ton copied the entire page onto it.
RogueChomp is:
The two of them stood there, flabbergasted. This was going to be-
Suddenly, the console erupted in flames.
... Easy.
It seemed that the power was just too much for the shabby repair job. In just a few hours, it was not like one had to expect a professional repair job in such a short time. Standing in front of the roaring flames, it was obvious to Ka-Ton and Clemmins that there was no repairing the scanners now. But there was definitely no denying the information that they gained from the scanners.
This is not a death, just a public role reveal. Night 6 continues!
