EXETERRPG: (2, 00,02) Ops, Ensign Jorash Bult and Friend

[Will Banowsky]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express
Day: 2
Stardate: 2445.12.02

(USS Exeter – Personnel Quarters – 00.02)

After having finished his donut, Jorash returned to his quarters. He had a
late night the night before, so he was looking forward to getting into bed
and sleeping. However as he walked into his room, partially illuminated
with an unexpected visitor sitting in an armchair, he knew his rest would
not come soon.

"What are you doing here?" Bult asked nervously.

"Tying up loose ends." The figure said with little to no emotions.

"Rumor has it Thorn is dead. Was it you?"

"Maybe, I guess you could say that. He was following directions."

"This isn't you, isn't your voice..."

"No it's not, but I haven't been me lately. Not for a few days." The figure
laughed.

"So what is the loose end?"

"You. See with Thorn gone, it means that the trail to you, and by extension
me, is getting shorter. So what's the best thing to do."

"Stop this isn't you, these aren't your words...what is going on with you?"

"This is me. These are my words. These are the words I've been saying all
along. Or are you saying I'm not your friend, just someone visiting."

"These aren't your words. they're..."

"Stop, you know the drill, what is set in motion must stay in motion."

"I know."

"Besides, it's not like you have a choice."

"I know."

"You are expendable, your part in this play is ended. The curtain is about
to fall."

"Will it be painful?"

"A large number of nanites in your body, rushing it to your heart, causing
it to explode, then dissolving so there is no evidence. I'd say it will
hurt like hell."

"But is it...."

"The will of your empress, yes."

Bult nodded. "It was my pleasure to serve."

"It was my pleasure to use you." The figure said. At that moment she
pressed a button, smiled, and left the room.

Bult clutched his chest as he began to feel intense pain. It was over in
moments.

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