Find Somewhere Else to Be

Whatever's going on here, you don't want any part of it. From what you've seen, the whole ship has gone crazy. It's like you're in some sort of twisted alternate reality. You're going to have to figure out how to get back to where you belong, and the sooner you find some way off this ship, the better. You turn to leave, ignoring the urgent whispers from your roommate to come back.

"Doe, where the fuck are you going? Come back here! You're gonna get us all in deep shit!" he calls after you desperately.

"Sorry, man. I don't belong here," you respond as you walk out the door without even looking back.

Trying your best to project a sense of purpose, you walk through the corridors pretending you need to be somewhere while you desperately try to formulate a plan. It's all so surreal. Take away the gold sashes, daggers, revealing two-piece female uniforms, and pictures of Earth with a sword through the middle of it, and this would be the same Enterprise you left earlier today. The more people you pass though, the more you notice how differently they act now. Everyone looks meaner and crueler somehow. They may look familiar, but these are not the same Starfleet officers and crewmen you know. You have to get off this ship and find the real Enterprise, but how?

"Crewman Doe." The sound of Lieutenant zh'Thracia's voice calling your name makes your legs halt and your blood freeze. Reluctantly, you turn to face her. "Just where do you think you're going?"

"I, um... I was just, uh..." All words leave your brain as she strides towards you. The heels of her high leather boots clack against the deck with each step. Her gold sash flutters around her waist just below her perfectly toned pale blue stomach. Your eyes move up to linger on the red fabric that passes for a uniform top and the ample cleavage it leaves exposed. Hesitantly, your eyes move up to meet her icy gaze. This zh'Thracia is somehow both more stunning and more terrifying than the one you saw only a few hours ago.

"'You were just' what, exactly?" she asks with a sneer. Over her shoulder, you see two dark haired women, Crewmen Thompson and Dixon, coming up behind her and flanking her on either side like body guards. Both women are also wearing the same skimpy red uniforms with daggers at their hips.

"I... was just on my way to sickbay," you finally say, trying your best to think on your feet. "Yeah, I think I picked up some sort of virus, or spores, or... something... down on the planet."

She's not buying it. Even if this isn't the Tracie you know, you've been on the receiving end of that glare enough times to know she's about to call your bullshit. Then she does something you don't expect. She smiles, which is oddly more chilling than her glare.

"Alright, Doe. Let's go to sickbay. I'm sure Nurse Chapel would be happy to run a full, and I do mean 'full', battery of tests," she says with menacing kindness. "Ladies," she commands looking over her shoulder to the two women behind her. "Go on to the training area and get the men warmed up. I'll join you shortly to give today's lesson."

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," they both respond in unison with a malicious playfulness in their voices before obediently turning around and disappearing behind the corner.

Mistress? You nearly mouth the word silently but stop yourself as you feel her icy gaze back on you. "Follow me. If there's anything wrong with you, Nurse Chapel will find it; and if there isn't, then I can guarantee you'll wish there was by the time she's done with you." she says in a cool threatening tone as she leads the way to sickbay.