A Halloween Feeling
Posted on Tuesday, 29 September 2020 - 7:01pm by Lieutenant JG Maximus Mackenzie
OOC: This is before Mac's vanishing act
Max paced the confines of his room. Soral had just disappeared yesterday and several crew members were unaccounted for. He, like many on the Standing Bear was disturbed by all that was going on. He knew that he had to do whatever was in his power to get his friend back and he also had to look out for Alex. She was liable to work herself into a coma. She was not sleeping well and he knew that food was the last thing on her mind.
He'd asked Grol for help but the PO was having none of it. Apparently Alex wasn't so fond of him for some reason. He shrugged that off and stopped his pacing. Walking over to the replicator he got himself a glass of water and sat down at his little table in his room.
He looked at chronometer and sighed. It was late. Eyelaya was asleep and he didn't want to make noise so he made sure his room door was closed and called on the computer, something he rarely did for logs, "Computer begin personal log and stamp it with time and date."
He waited until the computer gave its standard chirps and then began, “personal log. It has been…a disturbing time. Ever since we left that ship after looking into the disappearance of the shuttle crew I have had an uneasy feeling. It’s a weird feeling of being watched or followed. It’s, as Soral, would say illogical but nonetheless it is a fact. Many in the crew are complaining of the inability to sleep or get restful sleep and to be honest I have been sleeping fine as of late. Usually insomnia is a problem for me but lately I have been getting the best sleep I have in a long time.”
He paused to contemplate his words. When he thought about it he could trace his good sleeping back to his leave on Earth. Could it have been that Vulcan mind link thing? He didn’t know. He shook his head and went on, “I feel powerless for the first time ever in trying to help my friend. Soral has been there for me every step of the way on a lot of issues and has always looked out for me and I couldn’t even do that for him.” He sighed.
Standing up he refilled his glass of water and sat back down, “To be honest I can’t wait to have that briefing tomorrow. I think that we need to talk this out as a crew. They say that a group of minds is more powerful and I am counting on others to see things that I may be missing. My personal stake in this is clouding my judgement something that rarely happens…again this dates back to the Vulcan thing much like my restful sleep.”
He took a few moments to sip his water. “I hope that we can get them all back. I know that wherever Soral is he’s fighting back, he’s trying to get back to the ship. Of that I have no doubt, none whatsoever.” He said the words but a tiny kernel of doubt wedged itself into his head and he wondered at everything. His friend had gone through so much as of late the question that popped into his mind was did Soral have the will to keep fighting? He shook it off. He would not give into negative thinking. He would stay strong for his friend.
“Well I guess that’s all for now. Suffice it to say I am unnerved. I am jumpy like the rest of the crew, I am ready for all this to be over and for the ship to get some down time, we had downtime but heck after this we need it. All this reminds me of a Holiday I learned of while on Earth. Halloween, a holiday where fear and ghostly happenings were a regular occurrence and somehow as I walk the halls of the Standing Bear I cannot help but feel as if it is haunted by unseen demons. This is…unsettling and I am not used to feeling unsettled.”
He sighed again and finished his water. “Computer end the log and save and file.”
He waited until he got confirmation and then stood and got ready for bed. He would try and grab a few hours of shuteye. It proved that it was not a difficult thing for him to accomplish for almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep and resting.
Tomorrow would be a new day, tomorrow would be a day when he could brainstorm with the rest of the senior staff and he hoped, that tomorrow, would be a day for them to all find out what was going on and how to get back the crew that they lost.