Something in The Wind

Posted on Wed Jan 31st, 2018 @ 3:24am by

Mission: Mission 5 - Liberation
Location: Cargo Bay
Timeline: MD 02 1000 hours
452 words - 0.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Quang loved working in the cargo bay at times like this. Just him, his tricorder, and a nic stick. He could do inventory and get a better feel for what they had and what they might need. The main variable he was trying to work out was how the increasing crew might impact that.

He turned the corner into one of the interconnecting corridors. It was still disturbing. He wanted more lighting down here, but understood differing level of needs. It was hard to believe that an old constitution class could be this creepy but there it was.

The weaving shadows and lights were unnerving. It shouldn't be. It was a cargo bay. At least now. Nothing creepy about that. Sure. Right. But for all the world it felt like he was hearing one of his grandmother's ghost stories from the bush of Viet Nam.

It was as disturbing as soon as some of the funeral areas of Ho Chi Minh City. Stories were rampant of things seen, heard, and smelled. His grandmother had sworn on those stories. That couldn't happen here.

Tran kept moving forward and could swear that he felt something. His neck hairs were practically twitching, like in the frontlines of the Dominion war. And then he heard slight echoing voices.

He moved forward toward the sound. It was muffled conversation, which he couldn't make out. And he couldn't identify who was talking. Then it faded away. He relaxed.

Then to his rear he heard it again. An muffled echoing conversation. Against his better instincts he crept toward it. And again it faded.

Flickering lights in the area came into play. From where and how, the Quartermaster had no idea. But it didn't make him any happier. Like other service members, he had seen and heard things on the front that could never be forgotten.

Quang heard the muffled conversation again, down a different corridor in the cargo area. And once again it faded away.

With that the Vietnamese decided he was done with checking it himself. He moved away from the cargo bay into areas better lit.

A wind rolled near his ear. He heard an echoing almost sigh that sounded like "We're here, we're here."

Tran decided that was enough. He headed away and up from the bay. On the way out he checked on the security and fire suppression controls for the area. They were both intact. If that was the case, then what was giving him the creeps.

That's it. He headed up and out. Time to get some supplies. let's see how whatever was there would like sage, incense, candles and prayer wheels. Assuming he could get the engineer to make a prayer wheel.