Part of USS Mercy: Mission 1 – “Life as a House”

The Road to Perdition

Outside Sickbay - Corridors
8.12.2400 @ 1330
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Walker-Halsey frowned as she stepped into the corridor with MacDonald ahead of her.  There had been a rumble, and the lights, consoles, and sounds of the station had suddenly come alive as if the station was now fully powered.  She glanced back into sickbay and found that everything was lit up.  As she moved to step back into the room, the door rumbled shut, and she sighed.

Dougal didn’t say anything. He was glad to be free of the sickbay.  He wasn’t sure if it was ghosts or what, but it had the feel of evil about it… not that the corridor was any better.

The corridor was lit brightly now and Walker-Halsey gestured for Dougal to try the the few doors down his way as she turned to check hers. She returned, concern filling her face.  “The doors and even the passage that way is secured and unyielding.  I imagine we are to go…that way.”  She pointed to the long corridor ahead of them.

“I feel like a bloody science experiment,” Dougal grumbled. “A wee rat in a cage ya ken.”

The science officer followed his pace as he cleared each intersection of the corridor until they came to a section where the panels had been removed, some violently.

“Some poor wee bastard was desperate,” Dougal observed.  “You ken what they were looking for?”

She pulled out her tricorder and scanned the inner wiring and mechanics, and felt a frown grow, “I am detecting…biological readings in this section.”

“Friend or foe lass?”

She shook her head as she moved down, the tricorder beeping louder as she went until she stopped, “Hell.”

An intricate mass of organ tissue was strung up and connected within the inner workings of the station.  At first, it appeared rudimentary, but on closer examination, the manner in which it was integrated and powered was nothing short of genius, if not also horrifying in its application.

Dougal turned away from it, and leaning over, he emptied the contents of his stomach.  Turning back to Theodora, he was white as a ghost.  “I dinnae ken I can keep doing this lass. It’s perverse.”

The scientist in Theodora was fascinated but disturbed, “This shouldn’t work…none of it is entirely possible.  And yet…it is working and functioning within operating patterns.”  She stepped back, “I think I know why we were to get the heart and the mind.”  She turned to Dougal, “I am not going to dismiss your feelings, Lieutenant.  I would love nothing more than to tear this creation of terror apart.”  She shook her head, “I suspect it would anger our host.  We must press on.”  She paused, “It is hard to imagine what evil created this…and it is distressing to consider we may yet have to face that very evil.”  She looked at him, “Those who were sacrificed for this must have their justice.”  She stepped closer to him, her eyes boiling with intensity, “We are the bringers of justice, Lieutenant.  Whoever, whatever this is…will face and feel our wrath.  I promise you that.”

Dougal simply nodded.

Walker-Halsey motioned down the hall, “I see a turbolift.  I suggest we make our way to it.”

“Aye, but what is the hell that awaits us?”

The Vulcan grimaced as what she had seen and heard lay heavy on her heart.  “Hell.  I suspect hell awaits us.  Let us descend.”