EXETERRPG: ( 3 , 00:00 & 00:14 )- MS- Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More

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Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.12.03
 
(USS Exeter – Ens. Green personal quarters - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 00:00 )

Midnight. The perfect time to catch anyone off guard. More was taking no chances. They were dealing with a group of killers. Who had no more morals or cares. As yet he had no concrete proof Green was involved. But a cautious man lived longer. He had picked alpha teams finest. Slowly they approached Greens door. Stan gave a signal to spread out. Then he pressed the door chime. There was no answer.

He pressed it again. Nothing. There were two options. One Green was not in there or two she was waiting to attack. A tricorder scan picked up no life signs inside. But Stan was still cautious when they unlocked the door. There could be booby traps.

The doors opened onto a tidy well kept room. Slowly they moved forward. Then Stan felt a transporter beam envelop him!

“ What the......” He said as he vanished.

( USS Exeter - Holodeck 3 - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 00:14 )

Stan reappeared on the Holodeck and looked around. His hand phaser and rifle were gone. But the cosh he had hidden under his clothes was still there.


"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
Weclome to holodeck 3"

Stan listened as the ‘ Empress ‘ ordered the death of David. Stan should of felt fear. He was saddened by the senseless death of another. But his anger at this women who or what ever she was. Seemed to hold his fear at bay. He was concerned for his friends who had also. Been brought here against their will. He watched silently fuming as Ire was the next person to be toyed with.

~ Come on yer wee scum bag Sassenach harpy. Pick on me next....I’ll show you what a Scotsman can truly do. In World War II on Earth the enemy called my people the devils with skirts. Hurt my friends and you’ll see yer bitch...~ Stan thought

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