[USSHorizon] "What to Write" by Lt. Skyler, Deceased

From: Frankie Wilkinson <ltfwilkinson@xxxxxxxxx>
To: Horizon <usshorizon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 19:33:20 -0700 (PDT)
"What to Write"
  Lt. Skyler, Deceased
   
  Personal log from the dead. If you are reading this I obviously didn't return 
from the away mission. It was.....to say the least the worst away mission I 
have ever been on. I'm not blaming anyone, no one knew what to expect. We were 
just out numbered and very unlucky.
   
  It all started because some colonist's failed to report in or communications 
had been lost. Being dead tends to make ones memory fuzzy....so you will have 
to excuse any inconsistencies you may find.
   
  We traveled by shuttle to the planet's surface where from that point on, all 
hell broke loose. We picked up a few life signs and headed in their direction 
when the surface collapsed beneath us. We ended up sliding down a slimy, grime 
covered tunnel into a large cavern. After checking that everyone was okay....at 
least at this point. Everyone started scanning the cavern. There were several 
tunnels going in different directions all showing some signs of life. The only 
question was were they human life signs. The only way we were going to find out 
was to go and search one of the tunnels.
   
  From this point on it got worse. We started passing strange looking egg like 
containers. They were showing up as life signs but definitely not human ones. 
After a little more exploring we found a single colonist yelling for his life. 
He seemed to be trapped in some bizarre kind of goo. While several of the away 
team tried to un-stick him, I made the mistake of getting curious.
   
  Upon hearing a noise I turned to see that a couple of the eggs were cracking 
and trying to hatch. At this point pulling out my phaser seemed like a good 
idea. I wasn't really all that anxious to meet whatever was trying to come out 
of it's shell. Unfortunately it would seem that I had no choice. Several more 
of the eggs hatched what looked to be over grown tribbles with egg on their 
faces.....if you could find their faces.
   
  At first backing away from them and trying to ignore them seemed to work. I 
said at first. It didn't last long as they started turning red and hissing at 
us. They were intelligent enough to block our way out and form a fairly well 
defined defensive stance. My communicator would not reach the surface so we had 
no way of contacting the ship. That was not a good sign. 
   
  Nor was it a good sign when Big Mama Tribble came roaring in. Headed straight 
for me. Why they headed for me....I haven't a clue. Was it my scent, my uniform 
or random chance. I have a feeling it was preordained from a higher source, not 
to be mentioned here. Before long a rather large group of these matted fur 
balls attacked and completely covered me. It didn't take long before I could no 
longer feel anything. I could however, sense that the rest of the team had 
managed to escape.
   
  By now I have become lunch for Big Mama and her children. I hope I was a 
satisfying meal. I know I didn't enjoy it.
   
  The last thing I would like to say is that to Ame I leave my supply of 
pockey. Eat it well and enjoy it. To Ensign Bourne I leave the security team 
and whatever else is salvageable from my office. To Dr. Cami I leave the 
"special" deck of playing cards. It is sure to keep her entertained when 
sickbay is empty. To Cmdr. Frankie Wilkinson I leave the knowledge that I will 
get even. Even if I have to haunt him from the grave.
   
  End Log of deceased Lieutenant Skyler (Damn they demoted me in the 
process.....ooooh someone will pay.

                
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[USSHorizon] "What to Write" by Lt. Skyler, Deceased

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