'Evolution'

[Lennox]

Some time had passed since his return from Omega 49, and while the crew enjoyed themselves with the 'souvenir' he brought along, there was something deeply bothering him. Where was he really standing, and were there indeed different ways to 'make a difference'? Regardless of those thoughts, his crew would distract him, really enjoying their time while also talking about the break that was mentioned.

However, while in conversation with some of the crew members, a sharp pain shot through his body all of the sudden, towards his head. Moments later making the man drop on the ground. Why at a time like this? Was it already too late? And would he recover?

Immediately, hundreds of pictures ran through his mind, about his friends, the crew, ship, his obligation, everything. He was happy for the time being, but would that alone be enough to push through? As his consciousness faded into nothingness, there were only two people left standing around him. Those he came to call friends, how much could he actually take their words and brand them as truth. He didn't know, but despite everything gradually getting colder in his mind, the two sources he saw radiated with warm light, making him reach out for them as they extended their hands.

But it was too late. Most parts of his mind had already gone numb, in a state they've never been in before. Was this what death felt like, or was it just another imagination of him. As the last breath was seemingly drawn, the last thing he saw was his crew gathered around his body on the floor, with worrying looks on their faces as the medical officer shook him and tried to reanimate him. To no avail. That's right... those were his friends as well, after all. He couldn't help but to feel sorry...