EXETERRPG: (03:00:54)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 - 00:54)

Sleeford got to the start of the second movement of the music in his head,
when the burn started, the build up of carbon dioxide was starting to make
his lungs burn and his brain fizz. Knowing he had roughly two minutes left
before hypoxia sent him into unconsciousness, he relaxed and waited for the
inevitable, the thing that claimed to be Maxine at the front of the
holodeck would kill them all eventually, unless by some miracle the rest of
the crew made a rescue attempt.  That said, it would lead to disaster as it
it would gie 'Maxine more play things, fresh bodies and minds to torture.

As the blackness started to close on his mind, the water that surrounded
him, vanished and the cylinder that had surrounded him was gone, falling to
the floor like a landed fish, Sleeford took a large gulp of air.

"Oh good, he is still breathing."

A stasis field appeared around Sleeford, moving him next to Ire. The area
inside the field produced enough oxygen to help Sleeford with any oxygen
deprivation he might have.

"Well while Sleeford is recovering his breath, Ire is seething in anger and
Erin is wallowing in grief. Let's move on shall we. Janice, Lana, and
Stand, truth or death? Oh just because I'm being merciful. First to speak,
speaks for you all. If they say truth, it's truth, if they pick death.
Death."

Getting to his knees Sleeford slowly stood and faced the front, glancing at
Ire, seeing the falorn look and a look similar to what he expected to see
on his one face, one of revenge, wanting to get to the front to make the
person there suffer, for all the pain and misery she'd caused,

Taking shallow breaths slowly regaining the oxygen he'd been deprived, he
resisted the urge to gulp like a landed fish and give 'maxine' the
satisfaction of knowing he'd had a hard time.

No, but I’m interested in how you think this will play out. I’ll take
truth.”  Lana Chimed

“You heard - What’s your question?” Hammerfield said through gritted teeth.

"Oh well this will be fun. Truth it is. Sorry Stanley, we will have tussle
later." Maxine said with a laugh. "Now then, you can answer in any order
you want, I don't mind."

"Lana, sweet, sweet Lana, here is your truth question. Will you ever be
enough, or is just like your mom told you, you have no potential to awaken
and will you never be enough and you are just wasting your time in
Starfleet?"

Maxine smiled again, "Hammerfield, Hammerfield, why did you really ask to
transfer to engineering from tactical? Are you afraid of death? Are you
that weak"

Then last with a laugh, "And Stan, dear Stan, oh bringer of chaos and fun.
What shall I ask you. I know, not counting me and this moment in time of
course. Are you your own worst enemy?"

As the others where asked their 'truth' questions, the thoughts came to
Sleeford, ~she's using our fears, our darkest places, our own insecurities.

Hearing Hammerheads replies Sleeford felt a surge of respect for the woman,
to admit that because of your actions people had died too guts. He knew how
much it had cost her, he knew because it would have cost him the same. The
deep down loathing that you'd failed. Gently tapping his left leg above the
knee, where the new meet the old, yes he knew the price of failing to live
up to your own hype.

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(Posted by Alistair)

NRPG - Come on team, lets bring her down and flush her out the airlock :)
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