HOLOween Com Debacle

[Kirok]

[Discovery - Bridge]

Kirok sat in the command chair on the Bridge.  A portion of the staff were making the final preparations to start the first ever Ship to Ship Holo-Communication in Shadow Fleet.   This was a technology that all the ships had, but until now had been reluctant for some reason to use.

The other half of the crew were investigation a massive ion storm off in the distance.  This was the largest ion storm every seen in the history of the universe.  And the Discovery was there to record, analyse, and report it's findings.

EQ gave a nod to the Admiral.  The Liberated Borg was ready to start.  So, Kirok stood and pulled down on the front of his shirt.

"Assessing the Bridge holo emitter.  Scanning your image.  Connecting to the Communication Array.  And you are on in 3, 2, 1" EQ prompted.  And a moment later, Kirok's likeness appeared on the Bridge of all the ships and in the Command Center of the Columbus.

"Fellow Task Force 10 members. It is my great honor to be the first among us to communicate with your via our new holo-communication system.  My hope is will improve the overall quality of our" Kirok said.

"Ah, Sir.  We are getting a significant flare in the storm.  Ionic radiation is climbing exponentially" said one of the Science Officers from across the room.

And then Kirok's image began to morph on each of the ships.  Into ghouls, goblins, and zombies.  And they began to take on a life of their own.

[Michael Ferdinand]

[Sickbay - USS Shran]
It had been some time since Alyssa had last heard from anybody outside of the sickbay walls. Normally she would hear footsteps passing the door, but lately everything had been...quiet. A bit too quiet for her taste. She was starting to feel a bit paranoid.

"Hey, Smithe, I think I'm going to call it a night." Alyssa shouted across the sickbay to the CMO. "You good here?"

"Yeah, yeah. Have a good night, Meadows."

Alyssa nodded and headed out of the sickbay. It was dark. Was main power offline?

"Computer?" Alyssa asked. The computer beeped. "Why are the lights off?"

"Unknown."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Thanks." She said as she went to the turbolift and headed to her quarters. The ride was swift, nobody got on during her small trip, but when she got off the lift: madness. At once she heard people running, screaming, shouting for help. Alyssa jogged, one ear cocked ahead of her as she was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She just passed the door to her quarters when she saw it. It stood there, slightly green with decaying flesh all around. Alyssa stopped in her tracks, letting out a gasp as she did so. The zombie turned to her, it's sunken black eyes locking with hers before running at her.

Alyssa turned on her heels and ran into her quarters. She wasn't running to hide, nor was she going to bar the door, she was arming herself. When the doors opened again to let the zombie in, Alyssa smiled her signature malicious smile. "Computer, begin playing mOBSCENE by Marilyn Manson." she ordered. As the computer did so, she pulled the cord on her chainsaw and let it rip on the zombie, laughing hysterically as she watched her chainsaw rip the zombie into shreds.

It took about two minutes to tear the zombie down. The mix of her laughing, the chainsaw ripping, the zombie screaming, and the music blasting was a symphony of her madness come to full realization. She was having a blast.

When the zombie was fully disposed of, Alyssa hit her commbadge.  =/\=Attention all hands: This is Doctor Alyssa Meadows. *rrrrrrrr* We have intruders aboard and if you want to be useful, you will help me dispose of them.

[Kyle Bytes]

[Sickbay - USS Shran]
It had been some time since Alyssa had last heard from anybody outside of the sickbay walls. Normally she would hear footsteps passing the door, but lately everything had been...quiet. A bit too quiet for her taste. She was starting to feel a bit paranoid.

"Hey, Smithe, I think I'm going to call it a night." Alyssa shouted across the sickbay to the CMO. "You good here?"

"Yeah, yeah. Have a good night, Meadows."

Alyssa nodded and headed out of the sickbay. It was dark. Was main power offline?

"Computer?" Alyssa asked. The computer beeped. "Why are the lights off?"

"Unknown."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Thanks." She said as she went to the turbolift and headed to her quarters. The ride was swift, nobody got on during her small trip, but when she got off the lift: madness. At once she heard people running, screaming, shouting for help. Alyssa jogged, one ear cocked ahead of her as she was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She just passed the door to her quarters when she saw it. It stood there, slightly green with decaying flesh all around. Alyssa stopped in her tracks, letting out a gasp as she did so. The zombie turned to her, it's sunken black eyes locking with hers before running at her.

Alyssa turned on her heels and ran into her quarters. She wasn't running to hide, nor was she going to bar the door, she was arming herself. When the doors opened again to let the zombie in, Alyssa smiled her signature malicious smile. "Computer, begin playing mOBSCENE by Marilyn Manson." she ordered. As the computer did so, she pulled the cord on her chainsaw and let it rip on the zombie, laughing hysterically as she watched her chainsaw rip the zombie into shreds.

It took about two minutes to tear the zombie down. The mix of her laughing, the chainsaw ripping, the zombie screaming, and the music blasting was a symphony of her madness come to full realization. She was having a blast.

When the zombie was fully disposed of, Alyssa hit her commbadge.  =/\=Attention all hands: This is Doctor Alyssa Meadows. *rrrrrrrr* We have intruders aboard and if you want to be useful, you will help me dispose of them.

[Sickbay - USS Shran]

Psi materialized in a the medical room. The first thing he saw was a lady with a chain saw in her hands. The chain saw had blood on it. The human dark brown eyes slowly went down to see the fallen dead bodies.

He leaped back. "W-w-what the blimey hell!" He exclaimed at her. She was Starfleet. The medical blue uniform. He stepped back against the bed. "How did I get h-h-here?" He asked reaching for something to grab to defend himself.

He was not in Starfleet uniform. What he had for clothes was bedwear. Black pajama pants and tank top. He was barefoot.

Then he realized he was in sick bay. Not the USS Athena sick bay. It was another sick bay. That was when fear came rushing over the man. Something had gone bad. His right hand came to feel his right side of his head. The cybernetics impacts was there.

On his left arm was a metallic arm band. He was wearing a Holo net emitter. He was a Holo program.  No way. The man gone all white like he leaned he was standing at the gates at the end of the universe where you die. He had not s faith, that was the closest thing he would imagine it be.