EXETERRPG: (03 01:10, 01:15 & 01:30) COO Ensign Paul Sleeford

[Paul Sleeford]


Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express
Day:03
Stardate: 2554:12:03

(Uss Exeter - holodeck 3 - COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 01:10)

Sleeford watched as Ire approached Maxine and plunged the blade in her
chest, twisting the blade with an efficiency that would have made his old
combat trainer smile.

As the body that had been Maxine began to vaporise Sleeford felt the field
that had restrained him vanish as if it had never been   Turning at the
sound of a beam in he saw the three bodies on the floor, watching with a
dispassion as More slumped in the corner.

As he stood there the voice filled the holodeck,

"My time is at an end. I underestimated you Exeter, and I paid the price.
All because I needed to make sure Tyko Nix died. And now here I am dead. I
was to be an empress, in the end, I was just a footnote in history. Sad.
End program."

Walking over to where the three bodies lay, Sleeford gently closed the eyes
of each, pausing at Cortez, sighing he stood and walked past Ensign Arbor
as he scanned the room for trouble, laughing to himself he shook his head,
the guy was about five minutes too damn late.  Approaching the arch and
door Sleeford paused and looked back over the scene that had been hell for
the past twenty minutes, it had seemed like he'd been in there for hours.
Nodding to the counsellor and the medical officer as they stood there, he
walked past the captain with a nod, heading for the nearest turbolift.

As the door closed Sleeford closed his eyes and let out a large sigh, the
stress of the day slowly leaving his body and mind.

(Uss exeter - Cargobay 3 - COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 01:15)

Entering the cargo bay Sleeford wandered the aisle until he found what he
wanted, squatting down he pressed his thumb against the lock and lifted the
lid,  taking one of the bottles of twenty four year old malt whisky he'd
been saving for his wedding and a glass. Closing the box he relocked it and
left the cargo bay. Heading up to his office for some rest and piece.

(USS Exeter - Operations Office - COO Ensign Paul Sleeford 01:30)

Entering the ops office Sleeford was meet with a scene of devastation, it
looked like someone had thrown a plasma grenade in and shut the door,
righting a chair with his left hand, placing it in front of the remains of
his desk. Sitting the bottle on the desk he sat and looked round.

~ Can today get any worse, accused of murder, kidnapped and tortured, yell
at for trying to help, should have stayed on the farm Paulie, only trouble
there was the pigs standing on your feet ~

Opening the bottle Sleeford poured a large drink, placing his feet on the
table he took a sip and closed his eyes.

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