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Nerwen · 06-11-2010, 10:45 PM

Death of a Telepath

The crew of the Lothlórien– at least those who could be spared from their duties– gathered on the bridge to discuss their alarming situation. Well, most of them did, though Ensign Blind Guardian was more concerned with her breakfast and MCPO Loslote was so worried about the engine that she had scarcely noticed the double murder.

Argue as they might, they could hit upon no way of detecting a Metamorph– except by killing it, of course. At first the full import of the Captain's words had not really sunk in, but as the Day progressed and the talk failed to, the crew began to look at each other askance. It could, they realised, be anyone...

"Now, there's a clue here that none of you have noticed yet," said MCPO Loslote. "Who stands most to gain with Captain McNerwen dead? Her second-in-command, Zil."

"I don't suspect anyone," remarked Lieutenant Sally vaguely, "except perhaps me. Yes, I definitely think we should lynch me toDay. Or not. Which way's left?"

"If that's not the real Lieutenant, it's certainly done its homework," Loslote muttered under her breath.

"Ensign Guardian looks very suspicious," said Eomer, narrowly eyeing the Lothlórien's newest recruit. The Security Officer would give no reason for this statement, but the young Ensign's nervous manner attracted more and more attention.

"Ensign, what do you have to say to Eomer's accusation?" asked Pitchwife, the Communications Officer.

"He's crazy! I know I'm not a morph! Let me go and walk my dog!"

"Well, then, stating your opinions of other crewmembers would be a good starting point."

"Er... um...I'm pretty sure Chief Engineer Loslote's innocent," said the Tactical Officer quickly. "No, wait, she's a Metamorph! Kill her!"

"Ma'am, you just said you thought she was innocent!" Technician Isabellkya pointed out.

"Oh, crud, I did!" Blind Guardian wailed.

Taking this for a confession, everyone drew their weapons and pointed them at the hapless Ensign.

"You've got it all wrong!" the Tactical Officer protested, tears starting in her eyes. "I'm not a morph, I tell you! I'm– I'm THE TELEPATH! Nice going, I was just trying to– AAAARRRRGGHHH!!!!" Blind Guardian clutched her head, as blood poured from her eyes, eyes and nostrils. Screaming, she collapsed to the floor, her body jerking in increasingly violent convulsions. Finally, she was still.

A large dog of indeterminate breed pushed its way through the horrified onlookers, nosed at its mistress and licked her face, but Ensign Guardian did not move. Foam flecked her open lips. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

The dog sat back on its haunches to emit a long howl of grief and despair.

Terran Intelligence conditioning cannot be broken with impunity.

The Crew

Living
Commander Inziladun –First Officer.
Lieutenant Paranoia –Second Officer.
Lieutenant Sally –Navigator.
Ensign Pitchwife –Communications Officer/Interpreter.
Master Chief Petty Officer Loslote –Chief Engineer.
Chief Petty Officer Keeper of Dol Guldur –Quartermaster.
Isabellkya –Sensor Technician, First Class.
Wilwa –Android Technician, Second Class.
Shasta –Engineering Technician.
Eomer –Security Officer.
wintywinty –Weapons Maintenance Technician.
Rikae –"Cabin Boy" (a thirteen-year-old stowaway).

Dead
Doctor Morsul –Medical Officer and Captain McNerwen. –shot by Traitor on Night One.
Ensign Blind Guardian– Tactical Officer. –Died in convulsions (Telepath).

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It is now Night Two.

06-11-2010, 10:45 PM	#114
Nerwen Wisest of the Noldor Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: ˙˙˙ssɐןƃ ƃuıʞooן ǝɥʇ ɥƃnoɹɥʇ Posts: 6,694	Death of a Telepath The crew of the Lothlórien– at least those who could be spared from their duties– gathered on the bridge to discuss their alarming situation. Well, most of them did, though Ensign Blind Guardian was more concerned with her breakfast and MCPO Loslote was so worried about the engine that she had scarcely noticed the double murder. Argue as they might, they could hit upon no way of detecting a Metamorph– except by killing it, of course. At first the full import of the Captain's words had not really sunk in, but as the Day progressed and the talk failed to, the crew began to look at each other askance. It could, they realised, be anyone... "Now, there's a clue here that none of you have noticed yet," said MCPO Loslote. "Who stands most to gain with Captain McNerwen dead? Her second-in-command, Zil." "I don't suspect anyone," remarked Lieutenant Sally vaguely, "except perhaps me. Yes, I definitely think we should lynch me toDay. Or not. Which way's left?" "If that's not the real Lieutenant, it's certainly done its homework," Loslote muttered under her breath. "Ensign Guardian looks very suspicious," said Eomer, narrowly eyeing the Lothlórien's newest recruit. The Security Officer would give no reason for this statement, but the young Ensign's nervous manner attracted more and more attention. "Ensign, what do you have to say to Eomer's accusation?" asked Pitchwife, the Communications Officer. "He's crazy! I know I'm not a morph! Let me go and walk my dog!" "Well, then, stating your opinions of other crewmembers would be a good starting point." "Er... um...I'm pretty sure Chief Engineer Loslote's innocent," said the Tactical Officer quickly. "No, wait, she's a Metamorph! Kill her!" "Ma'am, you just said you thought she was innocent!" Technician Isabellkya pointed out. "Oh, crud, I did!" Blind Guardian wailed. Taking this for a confession, everyone drew their weapons and pointed them at the hapless Ensign. "You've got it all wrong!" the Tactical Officer protested, tears starting in her eyes. "I'm not a morph, I tell you! I'm– I'm THE TELEPATH! Nice going, I was just trying to– AAAARRRRGGHHH!!!!" Blind Guardian clutched her head, as blood poured from her eyes, eyes and nostrils. Screaming, she collapsed to the floor, her body jerking in increasingly violent convulsions. Finally, she was still. A large dog of indeterminate breed pushed its way through the horrified onlookers, nosed at its mistress and licked her face, but Ensign Guardian did not move. Foam flecked her open lips. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. The dog sat back on its haunches to emit a long howl of grief and despair. Terran Intelligence conditioning cannot be broken with impunity. The Crew Living Commander Inziladun –First Officer. Lieutenant Paranoia –Second Officer. Lieutenant Sally –Navigator. Ensign Pitchwife –Communications Officer/Interpreter. Master Chief Petty Officer Loslote –Chief Engineer. Chief Petty Officer Keeper of Dol Guldur –Quartermaster. Isabellkya –Sensor Technician, First Class. Wilwa –Android Technician, Second Class. Shasta –Engineering Technician. Eomer –Security Officer. wintywinty –Weapons Maintenance Technician. Rikae –"Cabin Boy" (a thirteen-year-old stowaway). Dead Doctor Morsul –Medical Officer and Captain McNerwen. –shot by Traitor on Night One. Ensign Blind Guardian– Tactical Officer. –Died in convulsions (Telepath). ~~~~~~~~~~* It is now Night Two. __________________ "Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo. Last edited by Nerwen; 06-13-2010 at 04:25 AM. Reason: formatting.