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Muon Quark

Muon - Personal Log 103002

Muon was depressed.  Another perfectly good opportunity gone.  Those beetles could have been worth alot but alas, ah well.  Business is business.  Anyway, her rounds were back to normal now that the threat to the ship was gone and hopefully the ship would get back to normal as well, whatever normal was....  It had certainly been an interesting few months on Aegis, that was for sure.  

Finishing her log, Muon stood up from her console and was just about to reach for a book when all of a sudden.......   "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"  a scream wrenched the silence of her room.  Dropping instinctly to the ground, she rolled and came up in a crouching stance, ready to defend herself.  Controlling her breathing, she quickly scanned the room with her eyes but saw nothing.  Then....  "MUH HA HA HA HA HAH!!"  This time, it was an evil laugh.  Her eyes narrowed and her body tensed as she tried to identify where the sounds were coming from but she couldn't detect anything.  She was just  reaching for her comm badge when all of sudden, someone attacked her from behind.  The arm snaked around her neck and began to choke her.  She tried to elbow her attacker in the gut and then flip them but her jabs didn't phase them at all.  She was beginning to see spots, indicating that she was going to pass out soon.  Slowly, the life was being sucked out of her.  Her struggles became weaker and weaker.  "Now you will die." her attacker whispered coldly into her ear.  In a last ditch effort, Muon threw all of her weight forward, hoping to unbalance her attacker.  They both fell to the ground with a crash but the vise-like grip never let up.  Her vision was greying, she was growing very weak.....weaker......  The last thing she remembers is a voice saying...........    

 

 

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!"

 

heh heh  GOTCHA!

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