What Lurks In Shadow

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What Lurks in Shadow

 

Midshipman Ron Lunn

Assistant Engineer

USS Agincourt, NCC-81762

 

Ron had been somewhat absent minded during the day, it was just one of those days, however the news of the away mission cheered him up. He grabbed a tricorder and tool kit and followed Kairi to the transporter room where he was given a mask, which he put on. The chief had shown up and the team was all ready for transport. Ron stepped onto the transporter pad and watched as the room slowly slid out of focus, he always hated these things...

 

There was a flash of bright white light that made it feel as if his brain was on fire, then darkness, his head rang from the blinding light. He was lying on the floor, he must have fell when he rematerialised. He shook his head and waited for his vision to focus, he was in the dark, and it was cold. Infact, he was in a cave, he wondered if he had rematerialised in the wrong place.

 

"Welcome to my humble home, Ron," it was a deep voice that echoed through the cavern.

 

Ron shot to his feet and squinted his eyes, he could see a figure in the darkness. "Who's there? Where's my team?"

 

"In mid-transport," the figure replied, "Just as you are." Ron looked confused, he really didn't know what to say. "Don't worry," the figure said duplicitously, "I only wanted to speak with you for a while, to see you. How have things been? Sleeping well at night?"

 

The last comment angered Ron and his face turned red, "Tell me where I am," he demanded. The figure just stood in the shadows of the cave, Ron ran at the figure and dove but hit nothing but air, he fell to the ground and quickly shot back up. The figure had vanished, and when he stood the figure was now standing where Ron had once been.

 

"Ron," the figure sighed, "There's no use in trying to hurt me. Were hurt in your fall?" Ron noticed that he hadn't felt a thing when he hit the ground. "Where are you? Just as I said, in mid-transport, your cells are scattered around space just waiting to rematerialise into you. If, by the question, you mean where is this, well that's hard to say. It's in your mind, in my mind, and a bit of both. So I suppose your next question will be 'who am I?' That can't be easily answered either, at least not yet." The figure stepped forward and Ron could see him better, he couldn't make out any facial details, only that it was a Cardassian. Ron still didn't speak, he didn't quite understand what was going on. "We'll meet someday soon I hope, material face to material face. It depends on when the Prophets guide you here."

 

"The worm hole was closed, there are no more wormhole aliens," Ron quickly replied.

 

The Cardassian laughed, "Oh Ron, I'm not even Bajoran and I believe in your Prophets more than you do. I find it a bit humourous, don't you?" His tone quickly changed from a humoured one to a very sharp and threatening tone, "We will meet, soon... And then you shall need to choose, and if you choose properly, than the power I have discovered shall sweep across the universe, and your Prophets really will be nothing!"

 

Ron saw the planet shimmer into view and his teammates materialise around him just as they had been standing on the transporter pad. He fell to one knee, his head throbbing with intense pain which rapidly dulled to a bearable amount. He jumped up and searched for something to say, "...I'm fine... mabye we'll have to check those transporter, did anything seem off to anyone else? ..."