A... Mental Attack

[ScottSabourin 0]

“What were those sparks?” Neok’el looked at Shamor, who was standing beside both him and Sheng-Ji.

 

“Better yet, where are the other three torpedoes?”

 

But Flek didn’t pay attention to his Chief’s response; he was staring blankly in the direction of the large windows of Ten-Forward. He had this nagging feeling, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

 

He couldn’t say exactly what it was, but from what he was receiving, he didn’t think it was all that friendly.

 

He turned his head again, to tell Shamor about the whatever-it-was. However, all he saw to his right was what he thought to be a foggy impression of where Shamor once stood; the place from which he bolted toward the double-doors and was halfway to the turbolift in less than two seconds.

 

Neok raised his eyebrow, and turned his head back to the window. He knew he wouldn’t be able to catch up to Shamor, and he wasn’t even going to try like Sheng. He figured if he was going to blow up, then it best be spent doing something other than racing to catch up to the others, which wouldn’t happen in the time he had; he though that whatever-it-was had something to do with this.

 

“What are you…” Flek mumbled to himself. He had seemed to have permanently arched his left eyebrow, something he didn’t realize he was doing. The waiter noticed, but Neok’el didn’t. Neok was going to figure out what that thing he felt was…

 

He could feel a sense of frustration and a hint of panic on the bridge, a sense of urgency moving rapidly towards the torpedo bay, and other varying emotions throughout the ship… and mixed in with all that was a black cloud… but where it was, Neok’el could not discern.

 

Then he did know where it was; for a split second, he had focused in on it, but the second he did, something—and it wasn’t him straining himself, again—made his leg hurt.

 

‘It’s attacking me,’ Flek thought.

 

Then he was overwhelmed by the pain, and he fell to his knees, and they made a popping noise as they hit the deck-plating. He could visualize in his mind where this malicious thing was, but then the tingling migrated from his thigh to brain. As he wondered what this curious sensation was, he saw the picture he had stored in his mind slowly being erased from his memory. Then it was gone, and he fell the rest of the way to floor.

 

Somewhere, in the far distance it seemed, he heard someone say, “Medical Emergency in Ten-Forward.”

 

And he also heard, coming through the com-system, “Mr. Flek, the armed probe has been deactivated, and there is an investigation being started. Please report to the main security office.” But he didn’t recognize the voice; either he’d never heard it before, or he had lost more memory than just the image.

[Grom 0]

I like your mindless site Scott. ::grin::

[NDak 0]

Shouldn't this be on the Reaent Board :lol:

[Grom 0]

Shouldn't this be on the Reaent Board :lol:

Perhaps it was a momentary mental attack. ::ducks::

[Sam_SemaJ 0]

you guys are so violent, every time someone makes a sarcastic comment, they have to duck! Sheesh guys, lighten up

 

::ducks::

[Images 0]

Shouldn't this be on the Reaent Board :lol:

Yes I was wondering when Aegis got a ten forward. Drankum would go nuts if he found that out!

[NDak 0]

Not to mention a mut named Sheng-ji!

[Sheng-ji 0]

Who you callin' a mutt??

[FstLtMcLean 0]

Who you callin' a mutt??

Down boy...down.

[Seiben 0]

Who you callin' a mutt??

::in a Kagome voice:: SIT BOY!

[NDak 0]

::in a Kagome voice:: SIT BOY!

Why Hans...I never knew you had it in you... :lol:

[Seiben 0]

lol.. Hey, what can I say? There's alot you don't know about me. :lol:

[Grom 0]

lol.. Hey, what can I say? There's alot you don't know about me. :P

Nah, we already knew that "Hungry Hungry Hippos" was your second favorite game. :P