Non Timetis Messor

[Hilee 0]

Non Timetis Messor

 

Personal Log: Hilee,Richard,B.,Lt.Jg., ISS Manticore....Computer begin recording:Ding

 

The lights were dimmed in Hilee's quarters a bit as he sat in his lounger going over the recording crystals from the preceding days. The white sound being carried on the back of the gentle orchestra music playing in the background to cover the sounds from within his quarters.

 

The Ceng Garnoopy has many devices planted all over this ship as a way to keep a hidden eye and ear out to garner any data he may find useful to him. I actually came across the first of such devices performing repairs on selected decks after our last encounter with the Ionized cloud we flew through. The subsequent power surge and pulse had literally done extensive damage to the power grid as well as secondary systems.

 

I began to suspect Commander Garnoopy for the plants because of their locations on the ship. They would have had to be placed in their respective positions by a repair Engineer or as upgraded components ...again by an Engineer. I had not done so or been ordered to, They were probably installed during the ship build,or during a refit or repair post mission.

 

Sipping the excellent Scotch whisky he had for special occasions,Looking at the work table he used frequently for his little experiments. Toys were what some of the crew had referred to them as...Foolishly. The ones that went about their dull short and boring routines akin to mindless insects scurrying here and there. The same ones had they any inkling of his toys should flee from him to hide like the rodents and scum they are.

 

Smiling contently...remembering the look of sheer horror on the face of one of those that had crossed him,As one of the toys entered his left index finger moving ever slowly...up his left arm, Never stopping unless it had to break through a joint or a bone slowed the progress temporarily. The sweat that poured from his brow...the panicked look for help on his face as he thrashed around,Literally clawing his own flesh in a futile attempt to extricate the Toy.

 

The eventual destination of one of my pets in the Carotid arteries of the individual spoke volumes from the eyes of he whom was about to die. The regret and cries to stop the action he had no control of was exhilarating to say the least. The power one feels to know they hold the very life of another in their hands. The man pleaded and begged for his life, Swearing his oath to never speak ill of my research and the results of my work. He continued as I pressed the button for the Toy to release the tiny payload it had born and attach it to the lining of the artery.

 

Time is an interesting subject to perceive when one is pursuing his work. The man I am sure thought time was passing all to fleeting in one way; Passing excruciatingly slow at other times..All in the perception I suppose. Looking into the eyes of the man as he gazed back, Smiling and thanking me for what he presumed as stopping and possibly destroying the Toy..He had made a huge error in his presumption. He did render forth an adept apology as he sighed.

 

Holding the small padd up to the man and pointing at the small flashing bead of the green indicator light may have confused him a bit. I was about to explain to him the intricate details of this little engineering marvel when another dawned upon me. I queried if he had taken any Latin back in his early training days. Pausing for a mere moment he replied.."I do not remember any Latin". I pressed on...smiling all the time as I spoke a short phrase.."Non Timetis Messor", Peering back at me with a look of total loss of knowing I simply explained the meaning..Don't fear the reaper. The look on his face as it all dawned upon him was unforgettable.

 

The young man turned from one side to the other,Possibly seeking a miracle to be brought to bear in an impossible situation. The look on his face as I gently pushed him backwards, Tossing his helmet into the airlock with him. Closing and locking the hatch ..holding the small padd against the view port in the hatch as he was trying to place his helmet on and seal it desperately. I hit the intercom button adjacent to the door and spoke softly as I pressed the small button on the padd..turning the green bead of light to red. The look he had was pronounced as the bits of explosives no larger than a pin head opened his arteries. The whole thing would appear to be just another incident of improper safety protocols being followed post EVA work and the repressuring cycle not being followed closely.

 

The time was getting late as Hilee finished his review of the crystals data. Taking the set of crystals and returning them to the small box and securing them away and placing a new fresh one in the resting place being made ready for another day and another chance to record the traitorous wretches that were aboard this ship.

 

Turning and finishing he Scotch, looking at the chronometer on the wall...Computer: Encrypt and end log....Ding...