EXETERRPG: (02 00:20) COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford

[Paul Sleeford]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day: 03

Stardate:2445:12:03


(Uss Exeter - Holodeck 3 - COO - Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 00:20)

As the transporter beam released him Sleeford heard music and words from an
unknown source. Trying to move he found himself pinned in place in some
sort of stasis filed, reaching round his back he stood at parade rest, from
habit, feeling the knife in the scabbard smiling to himself he was reassured by
it's presence.


"You may be wondering,

Who ive been all along
you may have gotten close
But you've always been wrong
I know you are dying
to finally meet me
But don't think for one moment
You can actually beat me
the time for games is over
this much is true
but when it all comes crashing down
Please dont be blue
The end is coming soon
it is plain for all to see
If you want to start the end game
Welcome to holodeck 3"

"Welcome, welcome, to this the endgame. "

Looking to the front of the room, Sleeford saw a figure in black, seated
for in all the galaxy something that looked like a thrown. Frowning
Sleeford listened as shi, he, it spoke.

"You were close, oh so close. But I figure if I am going down, I'm going to
take some of you with me. "Some of you are here, because you couldn't leave
well enough alone. Some of you are here because you are the Tactical
chief's secret eyes and ears. Right, Nesha?"

“….so call me what they called me in my home universe. Empress."

Sleeford chuckled to himself, ~Empress, in your dreams my woman.~

“…Truth keeps you alive. But if you survive a death trap, I'll move you
closer to me. If you can reach me, I'll let you kill me. How does that
sound."

Looking at the others Sleeford could see the same look of fear he
felt himself .

"Now then, lets begin, by showing how serious I am. Goodbye David. Hope you
had a good life."

Watching as the man called David, crumpled to the ground like someone had
given him a massive electrical shock, glaring at the thing in the front
Sleeford gripped the handle of the knife.

~You'll pay for that missy, even if i have to cut your throat myself.~

"Now that you know I'm not playing around. Let's begin in earnest. Ire
Williams, Truth or death?"


“Death.”

Looking across at Ire, Sleeford nodded once, if it wanted to play, then
he'd play, but by his rules, not it's and his rules when he was pushed into
a tight corner weren't nice rules. Frowning he wondered where the thoughts
like that where coming from. Maybe the situation he was in and the stress
of the past twenty four hours was beginning to show.

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