EXETERRPG: (2, 0200) CO, Captain Trip Williams

[Will Banowsky]

Mission: Space was cool before it mattered
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.04.25

(USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - CO, Captain Trip Williams -0200)

Trip was normally a heavy sleeper, which suited him well as there were
times where he really needed his rest. Of course he was conditioned to wake
up at the sound of his commbadge going off or a red alert. However there
were times, where his sleep was so deep, his dreams so vivid, that perhaps
not even death could wake him. It was in one of these dreams he found
himself.

He was dressed in the uniform of the United Earth Starfleet. He was wearing
the gold piping and the captain's rank insignia. He found himself on an
unfamiliar bridge, well not too unfamiliar. He had seen this bridge in
museums and holo productions. It was the bridge of the NX-05 Atlantis. An
NX-Class refit vessel captained by his ancestor, Captain Andrew Michael
Williams the first. Captain Williams fought in the battle of Cheron, a
decisive battle in that first war against the Romulans. A battle that
Ravok, who once shared this with Trip in confidence, would replay it in the
Holodeck only ensuring the Romulan victory.

Trip was alone on the bridge, well not quite alone, there were dead bodies
everywhere. In the real battle the Atlantis did not take this kind of
abuse. It was as if someone had come aboard like a rabid wolverine and
gutted everyone on the bridge. Trip stared forward until finally he could
make out the attacker. A romulan officer approached. The officers hands and
knife were bloodied. Trip looked around again, the crew...the crew....He
saw them clearly, it was every crew member that had died on the Exeter
under Trip's command. In the center piled up were Dr. Kyros and Cade, as
well as....BAKER!

Trip tried to back pedal out of the room, but he tripped over a body. He
looked....It was the adult Ronnie. The figure came closer, picked up the
body of Ronnie...

"This one still breathes." It said, before he smiled a twisted smile and
slit the Adult Ronnie's throat.

"You bastard," Trip Yelled. His anger boiling inside of him. He pounded,
spearing the figure to the ground. Then using his weight to his advantage,
Trip began pummeling the figure, harder, faster, his knuckles
becomeing bloodied, bruised. Teeth flying. "You killed them, you killed my
crew, my family." Trip yelled.

"look again," The figure said. Trip looked into the view screen. Upon
seeing his reflection, his image was replaced. It wasn't the Romulan
officer who had gutted everyone. No, that Romulan lay dead on the ground.
It was Ravok. No the image...the image of the murderer. the one with the
bloody hands, the bloody knife. It was Trip.

"Nooo! Noooo! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

In a flash Trip found himself darting straight up in bed and yelling at the
top of his lungs, not knowing that he had passed from dream back to
reality. Looking around, he was safe, he was back in his quarters. It was
all a dream. It was all a dream.

"^@%&!" he exclaimed, as he tried to get his hear rate back down. He was
dripping in sweat. "@^@^, ^@%#, @&@^!"

(reply Ash)

(reply Ash)
(posted by Will)
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