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------=_Part_702_1537759754.1541714775039 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" ((???)) ::The serpent worms ceaselessly slid over one another, coated in a thick clear fluidic slime. Slipping over each others segmented bodies in a rhythmic dance. Suddenly the bowl of Gagh was clasped in both his hands. It was being steadily raised towards his mouth. The putrid stench of rotten flesh clung to his every breath. Some of the worms slid down his throat, others clung to his face. Raven cast aside his bowl and leaned towards his flagon. The thick red liquid within bore his reflection, twisted though it was. His brow was fierce and rugged with many ridges protruding outwards. Hollow eyes, dark though filled with a raging fire, contained the souls of his many foes. One eye bore a proud scar. A warriors prize.:: Young: oO What's going on? Oo :: The metal bench bore many a warriors meal. A fire roasted targ lay in a large dish, dripping with juices and flame blackened blood. A fine kill.:: Young: oO This is wrong! All wrong! Oo ::The scorched hallway of the USS Geneva beckoned. In a certain Jefferies tube on a long forgotten deck lay several fallen warriors. Raven stepped between their broken bodies, his heart beating in his throat like a war drum. One body twitched sharply. She extended her long claw-like fingers which stretched towards him hungrily.:: Young: oO This can't be real! Oo Tam: It is what it is. There will be a reckoning for me, but not for the reasons you think. Young: oO What? No, this isn't happening! Oo ::The rest of the Klingon corpses rose from the floor, dripping with blood. They turned towards him as one and each cast him a piercing gaze. One particular Klingon moved forwards. He had no face.:: Tam: He is waiting for you. Young: oO I didn't ask for this! Oo Tam: Grethor calls Raven. ::She smiled wickedly. The Lieutenant Commander spread her arms wide like a twisted pair of wings. Raven stared on in horror before the darkness swirled around and consumed him.:: ((Ward 7 - Psychiatric Care - Starbase 104)) J. Young: Oi. ::Thump:: ::Raven awoke to a smack on the back of the head. He must have fallen asleep in his father's room at the Station medical center. He rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears before his father could see.:: Young: Whasmattr ::Groggily:: J. Young: You were grunting and moaning son. That must have been a cracker of a dream. ::He smirked:: Young: Yeah... It was something... --------------------- LtJG Dave 'Raven' Young Assistant Chief Science Officer USS Constitution-B C239411DY0 -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "UFOP: StarBase 118 - USS Constitution-B" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to sb118-constitution+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to sb118-constitution@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/sb118-constitution. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/sb118-constitution/1afb3334-79f0-40ca-a884-854c9e533bff%40googlegroups.com. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout. ------=_Part_702_1537759754.1541714775039 Content-Type: text/html; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
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::The serpent worms = ceaselessly slid over one another, coated in a thick clear fluidic slime. S= lipping over each others segmented bodies in a rhythmic dance.
Suddenly the bowl of Gagh was clasped in both his hands. It wa= s being steadily raised towards his mouth. The putrid stench of rotten fles= h clung to his every breath. Some of the worms slid down his throat, others= clung to his face.

Raven cast aside his bowl and = leaned towards his flagon. The thick red liquid within bore his reflection,= twisted though it was. His brow was fierce and rugged with many ridges pro= truding outwards. Hollow eyes, dark though filled with a raging fire, conta= ined the souls of his many foes. One eye bore a proud scar. A warriors priz= e.::

Young: oO What's going on? Oo
<= br>
:: The metal bench bore many a warriors meal. A fire roasted = targ lay in a large dish, dripping with juices and flame blackened blood. A= fine kill.::

Young: oO This is wrong! All wrong! = Oo

::The scorched hallway of the USS Geneva beckon= ed. In a certain Jefferies tube on a long forgotten deck lay several fallen= warriors. Raven stepped between their broken bodies, his heart beating in = his throat like a war drum.
One body twitched sharply. She extend= ed her long claw-like fingers which stretched towards him hungrily.::
=

Young: oO This can't be real! Oo

Tam: It is what it is. There will be a reckoning for me, but not for= the reasons you think.

Young: oO What? No, this i= sn't happening! Oo

::The rest of the Klingon c= orpses rose from the floor, dripping with blood. They turned towards him as= one and each cast him a piercing gaze. One particular Klingon moved forwar= ds. He had no face.::

Tam: He is waiting for you.<= /div>

Young: oO I didn't ask for this! Oo
=
Tam: Grethor calls Raven.

::She smi= led wickedly. The Lieutenant Commander spread her arms wide like a twisted = pair of wings. Raven stared on in horror before the darkness swirled around= and consumed him.::


((Ward 7 - Psy= chiatric Care - Starbase 104))

J. Young: Oi.=C2=A0=

::Thump::

::Raven awoke = to a smack on the back of the head. He must have fallen asleep in his fathe= r's room at the Station medical center. He rubbed his eyes, wiping away= the tears before his father could see.::

Young: W= hasmattr ::Groggily::

J. Young: You were grunting = and moaning son. That must have been a cracker of a dream. ::He smirked::

Young: Yeah... It was something...

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LtJG Dave 'Raven' Young
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Constitution-B
<= div>C239411DY0

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