@mstfrancis finally started coming too, his sullen pale complexion becoming flush with color again, he lifted him self off the floor. He smelled the air, which was oddly sweet with tones of burnt roast and cheap perfume. A familiar scent of roses and Ferengi candles seemed to permeate through the sweetness. It smelled of desperation and failure. He knew whatever was around the corner was trouble a brewing. 

After a long moment catching his bearings, he realized the station was in duress, and if he was going to get out alive, he would need a bottle of Chateau Picard that he left stored in his locker, for some courage. He dusted himself off noticing the fog in front of him wafting through the corridor. He blinked and set off into the darkened hallway, feeling his way down the cold metal walls. 

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As this drama unfolded, a drama of its own was unfolding on deck 32, from within Fleet Admiral @NicholasJohn16's dimly lit quarters, which were illuminated only by the occasional flicker of a pair of Ferengi earwax candles that he'd lit on his dining table for ambience.  Reaching across the table and past an impressive spread of culinary delights, including Szechuan Targ, sauteed Ratamba stew, and a generous cut of snail steak, Admiral Nick clutched @Gravity's hand, holding it in a tender and loving embrace. 

"I've waited for five years for the perfect moment to sneak you into my quarters" whispered Nick... "commanding officers can't be seen in the romantic company of... subordinates, you understand; you're ABSOLUTELY sure that your crazy and jealous boyfriend @Dax_aussie_boy didn't follow you here, right?", worried Nick, failing to notice the glow of the Omega alert that had filled his workstation screen.

Meanwhile at the Academy where Ensign Marriott has finished learning steerfleet protocols and regulations, has been assigned to train in tactical and engineering because of interest's in both field's, coming a medical family background wanted to try something new and not wanting to become a science officer. "You are to be stationed in a Beta project in the Khitomer sector" Commander Xhul states. Curious as what Beta project Starfleet is starting.

Later that night in preparations for departure for the Khitomer system. A young ensign Marriott wondered what was going to happen. So he went to a holodeck for some much needed relaxation and to train for what was to come, maybe a scenario or two with combat training and engineering situations to get a better hand on what was to come. 

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As this drama unfolded, a drama of its own was unfolding on deck 32, from within Fleet Admiral @NicholasJohn16's dimly lit quarters, which were illuminated only by the occasional flicker of a pair of Ferengi earwax candles that he'd lit on his dining table for ambience.  Reaching across the table and past an impressive spread of culinary delights, including Szechuan Targ, sauteed Ratamba stew, and a generous cut of snail steak, Admiral Nick clutched @Gravity's hand, holding it in a tender and loving embrace. 

"I've waited for five years for the perfect moment to sneak you into my quarters" whispered Nick... "commanding officers can't be seen in the romantic company of... subordinates, you understand; you're ABSOLUTELY sure that your crazy and jealous boyfriend @Dax_aussie_boy didn't follow you here, right?", worried Nick, failing to notice the glow of the Omega alert that had filled his workstation screen.

And as @Gravity and @NicholasJohn16 are embracing each other in the dimly lit quarters of the Fleet Admiral's, @Dax_Aussie_Boy is plotting around the ship, creating false readings on the internal sensors, resequencing the replicators to materialize ghoulish and unpronounceable cultural delights in the mess hall and small but frightening booby traps with the corridors of the ships. His giggles in the most scary and obnoxious laugh that could be heard throughout the ship. 

"Daxie Poo has come to play!", says Dax as he skips down the corridors, avoiding tripping the traps he has set up. His face looks like a drown clown after a long night from partying too hard, hair coloured in pink and blue tips and strips and clothes looking tattered and ripped from crawling through the jefferies tubes for the last 24 hours. "Time to play with all the little people in their room's. "Time to find @medgirl1025 and play hop scotch together." Says Dax as he twirls his hair and popping his gum in his mouth.

Nick wasn't sure what to do. Years ago, he had accidentally had flowers sent to the wrong quarters. After @Gravity had seen them though, he professed his love. Nick found it too awkward to reject him and after 5 years, it had been just too long to come clean now. Nick scanned around the room, trying to find any place to direct his gaze. That's when he noticed the curious symbol casting a glow in the dimly lit quarters.

As this drama unfolded, a drama of its own was unfolding on deck 32, from within Fleet Admiral @NicholasJohn16's dimly lit quarters, which were illuminated only by the occasional flicker of a pair of Ferengi earwax candles that he'd lit on his dining table for ambience.  Reaching across the table and past an impressive spread of culinary delights, including Szechuan Targ, sauteed Ratamba stew, and a generous cut of snail steak, Admiral Nick clutched @Gravity's hand, holding it in a tender and loving embrace. 

"I've waited for five years for the perfect moment to sneak you into my quarters" whispered Nick... "commanding officers can't be seen in the romantic company of... subordinates, you understand; you're ABSOLUTELY sure that your crazy and jealous boyfriend @Dax_aussie_boy didn't follow you here, right?", worried Nick, failing to notice the glow of the Omega alert that had filled his workstation screen.

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From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."****The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

The lights began to flicker throughout the station as the entity made its way through the walls hitting relay after relay, panic set in as Voleron realized the air was getting thinner, as he saw a thin whisp of smog fill the halls. 
“Nebular gas!” He shouted realizing the decks were slowly filling filling with a haze that scattered the light of his flashlight. 

A dilemma occurred to the creature - it sensed two distinct sets of food, in two different directions, two distinct sets of warmth and life on which it wanted to feed - and solved it by watching the gas from the exterior of the ship permeate the structure, then proceeding to mimic the spreading gas by dividing itself into two entities - both with the same, inevitable goal of consuming the life of its targets. It parted ways with itself with an almost gleeful sound, as it proceeded in separate directions to hunt down its food, as it did before.

“Do you think the others are okay?” the cadet asked; which was not the correct answer to the most lethal nebula gases.
Th’val groaned and threw her PADD down, “If they weren’t, exactly what aid would you render them when you’re this close to dropping out, cadet? Quit daydreaming and focus, I cancelled all your other appointments this evening.”

“What, even my therapy session? I can’t help it sir, it’s this storm and the darkness; I keep imaging things crawling through the station, hunting people, multiplying like a virus-” The young Betazoid buried his face in his hands, hiding from the PADDs around them as Th’val rolled her eyes and moved onto reciting the next set of questions to the imaginative cadet. 

**Posting on Kieran's behalf - he was having posting troubles**

"I'm going to need double therapy sessions after this..." the cadet muttered under their breath.

Suddenly feeling an uneasy presence not far away they felt their body stand on edge not fully paying attention to Th'val anymore.
One half of the creature moved towards the nearest lifeforms it could sense, destroying bulkheads in its path, rupturing EPs relays, disrupting bioneural gel packs, causing system after system to crash.

The lights cut out, and the remaining light was replaced by pulses of blue flashing light

"What is going on now?" stated Th'val slightly annoyed. 

"Blue alert. All personal report to code blue stations," the computer command then both.

The computer screens lit up with a single icon, the letter "omega" and was requesting level 10 clearance 

"Uh, sir? Blue alert? But that's for landing starships on planets! Is the station going to crash?!" the cadet asked, panicked.

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There should be, we'll get right on that. Sorry about that @Niko

Awesome! Looking forward to it. It's been at least a couple weeks since I rolled up a fresh alt. :P

And with this group of people, what could possibly go wrong (queue ominous music)...?

Alright, I have chosen the next four people for Task Force Stonewall:

@NanoLion
@SiranNataan
@Suigetsu
@Trick

Congratulations all! I will be sending you all a PM on Discord shortly :D

Also, congratulations to @audiored for winning 1 SWC in the raffle!

However, secretly this was not the only raffle going! I also got two codes for an Accelerated Officer Training Pack!
The winners for for this raffle are:
@NanoLion
@Kalen1072

Congratulations! I will send the codes to you soon!

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From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."****The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

The bulkheads in the corridor outside rattled as Th’val and her cadet (whose name she never bothered to learn) sat on the floor of the biology lab surrounded by PADDs, patiently waiting for engineering to fix the power. “Sounds like someone’s knocking, I should go see who it is?” the cadet ventured, only to be greeted by Th’val’s glare at finding yet another excuse to procrastinate from the set assignment; “who knocks on an automatic door?” Th’val replied “It’s just engineering taking their merry time changing some lightbulbs, just concentrate on the question: name 20 photosensitive lifeforms capable of consuming most humanoids with a single touch.”

The lights began to flicker throughout the station as the entity made its way through the walls hitting relay after relay, panic set in as Voleron realized the air was getting thinner, as he saw a thin whisp of smog fill the halls. 
“Nebular gas!” He shouted realizing the decks were slowly filling filling with a haze that scattered the light of his flashlight. 

A dilemma occurred to the creature - it sensed two distinct sets of food, in two different directions, two distinct sets of warmth and life on which it wanted to feed - and solved it by watching the gas from the exterior of the ship permeate the structure, then proceeding to mimic the spreading gas by dividing itself into two entities - both with the same, inevitable goal of consuming the life of its targets. It parted ways with itself with an almost gleeful sound, as it proceeded in separate directions to hunt down its food, as it did before.

“Do you think the others are okay?” the cadet asked; which was not the correct answer to the most lethal nebula gases.
Th’val groaned and threw her PADD down, “If they weren’t, exactly what aid would you render them when you’re this close to dropping out, cadet? Quit daydreaming and focus, I cancelled all your other appointments this evening.”

“What, even my therapy session? I can’t help it sir, it’s this storm and the darkness; I keep imaging things crawling through the station, hunting people, multiplying like a virus-” The young Betazoid buried his face in his hands, hiding from the PADDs around them as Th’val rolled her eyes and moved onto reciting the next set of questions to the imaginative cadet. 

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From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.
The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. 

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

****

The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

The bulkheads in the corridor outside rattled as Th’val and her cadet (whose name she never bothered to learn) sat on the floor of the biology lab surrounded by PADDs, patiently waiting for engineering to fix the power. “Sounds like someone’s knocking, I should go see who it is?” the cadet ventured, only to be greeted by Th’val’s glare at finding yet another excuse to procrastinate from the set assignment; “who knocks on an automatic door?” Th’val replied “It’s just engineering taking their merry time changing some lightbulbs, just concentrate on the question: name 20 photosensitive lifeforms capable of consuming most humanoids with a single touch.”

The lights began to flicker throughout the station as the entity made its way through the walls hitting relay after relay, panic set in as Voleron realized the air was getting thinner, as he saw a thin whisp of smog fill the halls. 
“Nebular gas!” He shouted realizing the decks were slowly filling filling with a haze that scattered the light of his flashlight. 

A dilemma occurred to the creature - it sensed two distinct sets of food, in two different directions, two distinct sets of warmth and life on which it wanted to feed - and solved it by watching the gas from the exterior of the ship permeate the structure, then proceeding to mimic the spreading gas by dividing itself into two entities - both with the same, inevitable goal of consuming the life of its targets. It parted ways with itself with an almost gleeful sound, as it proceeded in separate directions to hunt down its food, as it did before.

Anyone else watch stuff on Amazon Prime, and if you have what do you think of Nobility?

For those who do not know about it. Nobility is similar to Oreville, a somewhat tongue in cheek space soap opera. The chief engineer is played by Walter Koenig and the admiral in charge is played by Christopher Judge. Im pretty sure there are other actors we will all know.

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From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.
The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. 

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

****

The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

The bulkheads in the corridor outside rattled as Th’val and her cadet (whose name she never bothered to learn) sat on the floor of the biology lab surrounded by PADDs, patiently waiting for engineering to fix the power. “Sounds like someone’s knocking, I should go see who it is?” the cadet ventured, only to be greeted by Th’val’s glare at finding yet another excuse to procrastinate from the set assignment; “who knocks on an automatic door?” Th’val replied “It’s just engineering taking their merry time changing some lightbulbs, just concentrate on the question: name 20 photosensitive lifeforms capable of consuming most humanoids with a single touch.”

The lights began to flicker throughout the station as the entity made its way through the walls hitting relay after relay, panic set in as Voleron realized the air was getting thinner, as he saw a thin whisp of smog fill the halls. 
“Nebular gas!” He shouted realizing the decks were slowly filling filling with a haze that scattered the light of his flashlight. 

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From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. 

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

****

The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

The bulkheads in the corridor outside rattled as Th’val and her cadet (whose name she never bothered to learn) sat on the floor of the biology lab surrounded by PADDs, patiently waiting for engineering to fix the power. “Sounds like someone’s knocking, I should go see who it is?” the cadet ventured, only to be greeted by Th’val’s glare at finding yet another excuse to procrastinate from the set assignment; “who knocks on an automatic door?” Th’val replied “It’s just engineering taking their merry time changing some lightbulbs, just concentrate on the question: name 20 photosensitive lifeforms capable of consuming most humanoids with a single touch.”

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A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder. 

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

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The creature, a wisp of inky darkness, moved in the shadows towards the lighted figures, shifting from shadow to shadow, moving from wall, to ceiling, to conduit, into the ventilation and out again, but always moving, inexorably, towards the figures in the light. It could FEEL their essences as it grew closer, patiently waiting to touch them, to feel them, to absorb them, as its essence yearned to drain all that they are into itself, to consume them, and with a single touch, turn them into its food.

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"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

**I couldn't get it to quote everything...**

The crew lowered their weapons seeing mstfrancis in dire pain. His moans, became silent as he drifted into a fugue state from lack of wine, eventually the only thing that could be heard were the air recyclers softly humming, as the crew recognized there was nothing more terrifying than that of the silence of the station. 

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"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and despair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

The soft echo of footfalls paraded through the room, at first almost unheard, and Zander knew once again that they were not alone. "Wh-what was that?" Zander exclaimed sheepishly as his heart began racing even harder.

He looked around only to realize no one else seemed to hear anything. "Come on guys" Voleron said, "We still need to find Milmar! You know we'll never hear the end of it from the Klingons if any of the bloodwine goes missing."

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Upon closer inspection of the hatch to the Jefferies tubes, it appeared they were covered by some sort of crystalline web that had a faint pulsing glow to it, mimicking synapses firing. "Space spiders? Really? Ugh. Why do the sonic showers have to be down now." 
While unlocking the Jefferies tube and beginning to crawl though the tubes, the metal began to creak, and faint screams were heard in the distance "Maybe Captain Milmar discovered the replicators are down... We better hurry." Zander muttered to his comrade...

"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)

From deeper within the ship, a soft chuckle resounded, too low for the rescuers to hear, resonating from something dark that lurked deep inside its lower decks. It sniffed the air and was instantly fully aware of every biological function of the rescuers - their heart beats, the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies - all these things it longed to caress, to pull from them, to rip from their souls, while listening to their screams of agony and dispair, and knowing that the agony would continue for days, weeks, even months, before it allowed them to expire in paroxysms of delicious terror.

**I couldn't get it to quote everything...**

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"That was me," @Voleron explained sheepishly. "I need to have a word with whoever designed these com badges.  That pin on the back keeps stabbing me."

@Zander_Hawk chuckled. "You know, it probably wouldn't be as much of a problem if you didn't wear it on the front of your trunks. Or maybe if you weren't always looking for excuses to slap your com badge."

"Never mind that," Voleron exclaimed, clearly trying to change the subject. "We have to get to the Med Bay."

"Why the Med Bay?" Zander asked, puzzled. "Shouldn't we be trying to get to Engineering, or the bridge?"

"Eventually, sure," Voleron explained. "But first I need a Band-Aid."

The two made their way slowly down the darkened corridor, eventually coming to a hatch that led to one of the ship's Jefferies tubes...

Upon closer inspection of the hatch to the Jefferies tubes, it appeared they were covered by some sort of crystalline web that had a faint pulsing glow to it, mimicking synapses firing. "Space spiders? Really? Ugh. Why do the sonic showers have to be down now." 
While unlocking the Jefferies tube and beginning to crawl though the tubes, the metal began to creak, and faint screams were heard in the distance "Maybe Captain Milmar discovered the replicators are down... We better hurry." Zander muttered to his comrade...

"Don't forget to close the hatch," Voleron said to Zander, continuing: "we don't want Milmar to steal our emergency wine rations before the storm is over." After some time of crawling through the Jefferies Tubes, Voleron turned a corner and screamed only as a Mountie can because of what he saw...

A shadowy figure was slithering along the floor of the Jefferies tube, headed straight for them. @Zander_Hawk and @Voleron set their phasers to stun, fully prepared to use the kill setting if needed.

It moaned as it came, winding snake-like down the tube, the hideous moan getting increasingly louder and clearer as it came. It would only be moments before it was upon them.

"Fire on my mark," whispered Voleron, raising his phaser. Zander's quickly followed, and they could barely keep their hands from shaking as the creature crept closer, ever closer.

Then, a beam of light struck it, and Voleron shouted "Hold your fire!"

In the dim light, the pained face of @mstfrancis could barely be discerned on the creature.

"Wine?" It moaned, clearly suffering. "Did someone say "wine?"...

(I tried keeping it to two sentences. I failed. They keep growing in the editing phase.)