Her Klingon temper starting to get the best of her, "Why is nothing working around here," Medgirl exclaimed angrily! Infuriated by the incessant humming from the panel. She banged her tight gripped fists on the computer panel. "Work damn you!" Hoping the false belief that smashing something would make it work again. Med realized it was futile and made her way toward the door. Pausing a moment she heard odd sounds coming from the other side. "Ugh, what now?"
The sounds of clawing could be heard on the other side. At first thinking @Lorenius
' cat had gotten loose again, she swore to have a talk with him about that, but no cat leaves a dent in the door in the same manner she witnessed happening right before her eyes. "This is definitely not a cat," she whispered. Quickly making her way to the bedroom she grabbed her duty belt wrapping it around her waist. The click from the buckle assuring her everything was in place. She reached to the wall with both hands pulling down her bat'leth. Looking back to the door she turned around just in time...
Something heavy thumped against the door, again. Remarkably, the doors tried to open, to accommodate passage of whatever was on the other side of the door, but they jammed only partially open due to the distortions the dents had caused in their structure. Through the slightly parted doors, Medgirl could see glimpses of a struggle happening outside. She moved closer to the door, bat'leth ready, to take a look into the corridor.
What looked like an enormous, hairless targ with a giant singular horn on its nose was floating three inches above the floor, surrounded by a flickering blue light. To her left, she could see Ensign Laeren Misha, his back forming the dent in the door, face red with strain, his shaky hand held out before him. His veins bulged in his forehead as he tried to lift his hand higher, but even as he did, the airborne creature dipped suddenly to the deck. Its legs found purchase, and it pushed back against the ensign's telekinetic field, slowly making its way towards him, its eyes red with anger, the huge armor plates flexing with its vast strength. As she watched, the horn made contact with Laeren's chest.
"Medgirl, please," Laeren said, voice tight with strain. "I can't hold it much longer..."
Medgirl, not one to ever hesitate, gathered herself and, using her unearthly Klingon strength, gave the door a tremendous kick. Weakened by the previous damage, it flew outward into the hall, followed by Medgirl herself as she leaped at the monstrous, horned entity, bat'leth already swinging down towards its head.
Surprisingly, the beast reared back and, using Laeren's telekinetic field, leaped backwards, colliding with the far wall of the corridor. The bat'leth swooshed through empty air, and rang with its impact on the deck plates. Both Medgirl and monstrous beast gathered themselves, Medgirl circling into the hallway to gain a better attack angle, the beast shaking its head, snorting and extricating itself from the destroyed wall behind it.
Medgirl spun low, bat'leth flashing out and striking the beast in the knees, severing them. The beast dropped onto the remaining stumps of its front legs. Oddly, no blood sprayed out from this injury."Laeren, I think it's a hologram!"
she growled loudly, preparing another strike."Yeah, I thought there was some--"
Laeren's statement was cut off as the beast flung itself at Medgirl in an astonishingly forceful, flying leap that carried it from where it had been a moment before, all the way to her position, tackling her to the ground in an attempt to gore her with its horn. Medgirl adjusted her grip and held on to her bat'leth under the beast's neck, bracing herself. Her elbows struck the hallway floor, driving the blade of the bat'leth up and into the monster, driving it in deeply. She was rewarded for her action by the satisfying sound of the beast's severed head hitting the floor as it rolled down the hallway. She heaved the remainder of the holographic beast off of her, before it dissipated into motes of light that flickered and disappeared."I don't think the safeties are on,"
she said, picking herself up, habitually checking the edge of her bat'leth with her thumb. "I think it really meant to kill us.""Yeah, tell me about it,"
Laeren said. He had his hand pressed against his chest, and did not get up off the floor."Hey, are you injured?"
Medgirl inquired."Yeah, I think it got me with that horn a bit,"
Laeren said, wincing. "Not too badly, I think I'm ok, but it sure as hell hurts.""Let me see,"
Medgirl said, pulling Laeren's hand away from his chest. He grimaced as his hand came away, and Medgirl could see the blood soaked hole in his uniform revealing a gash in his chest. "No, you're not OK. You need to go to sickbay,"
she advised."Ok, I'll head there right away,"
Laeren promised, replacing his hand over his wound. "There's something really wrong with the holographic system on the station. This isn't the first of these creatures I've encountered today. And I haven't been able to contact anyone else on the station - comms must be down.""Well, let me take you to Sickbay first,"
Medgirl said. "You're in no condition to face more of these things.""Hey, I'm fi-"
Laeren started to say.
Medgirl stopped and looked at Laeren. He had stopped speaking suddenly, and was just standing there, shuddering, his face going white and his eyes rolling up into his head. She looked at his chest, but there was no additional sign of blood loss. His hand had dropped away from his chest, and was quivering like the rest of him. She stepped around him to see if there were any other injuries, when she noticed a small wisp of a dark...something...entering his ear. She stepped around in front of him, in time to see his eyes turn completely black. "Medgirl,"
Laeren said, his voice taking on a rasping, echoing quality. "I need to talk to you. About your soul.""My what?"
she said, derisively. "Your soul,"
Laeren intoned, ominously. "Your life blood. Your energy. Your spirit. That which makes you alive.""Ok, what about it?"
she inquired, her hackles rising, though she wasn't sure why. She took a step back, raising her weapon."I want it. All of it. I want to devour it,"
he growled, eyes widening in anticipation. "I yearn for it. It calls to me, and I want it. Surrender to me."
He reached for her. She swing the backside of her bat'leth at him, sweeping his arms away with the blunt handle, then ducked under his second grab. She spun and kicked him hard in the midsection.
In that moment of contact, she felt his hunger. She could feel how much he desired to devour her. But not just her flesh. She could feel a primal...evil...inside of him. The desire to torture her, cause her pain and suffering, and drag her down into the pits of Gre'thor. GRE'THOR?
she thought. Where did THAT come from?
She hadn't thought about Gre'thor since her childhood, when people older than her had tried to make her behave, or otherwise Fek'lhr would drag her screaming into the pits of Gre'thor, to be tortured for eternity. In that brief moment of contact, she was convinced that this evil entity, whatever it was, could actually make that happen. The thought shook her to her core...
...and then Laeren flew back from the force of the kick, landing on his back in the middle of the hallway.
He laughed. Then he jerked suddenly upright, floating in the air. A flickering blue glow surrounded him."Med...girl,"
Laeren gasped, barely managing to get the words out. "You surprised...stunned...it...and...contained...but not for long...trying to...devour me...I...contained...now...run..."
Medgirl, still shaken from her vision, moved closer to him cautiously. "Laeren, we can get it out of you. We'll find a way,"
she said, forcefully."No time...for..."
Laeren said, struggling for the words. "It...strong. And old...very old...knows things. You must run. Now. Please...""Don't be an idiot hero, Laeren,"
she growled. "You're not built for it.""There's no choice...must run...please run...please...now,"
he urged. "RUN!"
His arm reached out to the side, pointing into the Medgirl's quarters. Suddenly, there was the sound of groaning metal, cracking glass. She glanced in through the doors, and saw her cabin window cracking, twisting, the metal frame crushing inwards. A low rumble heralded a wind suddenly rising, as air began to be sucked in through her cabin doors. The continued sound of metal being ripped away from metal and glass was all the final encouragement she needed. She turned and bolted away from him, bat'leth held in front of her. She reached the safety of the emergency bulkhead closing down, just as the sounds behind her reached a crescendo of screeching metal and shattering glass, and a huge blast of air rushing down the hallway rumbled past her. Through the last few inches of space beneath the door, she saw Laeren's form get launched sideways into her quarters, before the door finally landed with a loud thump