The Rogue Officer

[Deneth Aleski]

His right hand was still firmly clasped around the red switch handle and the PDA he was using now lied on the ground, shattered, returned to it's most basic elements.

Aleski's eyes were wide open. Pearls of sweat populated the young man's forehead. His legs tightly locked in position, chest compressed and body motionless.

He lied there for three minutes. The burn of a drop of sweat gliding on the surface of an eye brought him out of his statis. His legs failed immediately, sending the Ensign to the ground, falling on his rear. His hands flailed behind him as if to soften the fall, but his instinctive reflex failed lamentably, only dispersing dust and objects around him instead.

He muttered a few incomprehensible words in his native tongue, while trying to catch his breath at the same time. Deneth tried getting back on his feet, but slipped, still in a daze. He made it after a few more tries.

Just before making his way outside, he noticed his PDA, which was a brand new model he had purchased in a boutique on New London, now in numerous pieces. He let out a swear, then carried on.

"I... I got the electricity running again... does anyone have headache medicine?" He was yelling at the others.

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Wilhelm D. Aleski || Paul Speer