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[sb118-garuda] JP: Dr. Rahman & Lt. DeVeau: To Your Plants!


Sedrin Belasi
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((Outside Chief Science Officer’s Office))



::”Find Lieutenant DeVeau.” Sounded simple enough.::



::And yet, as Roshanara looked ahead down the corridor that resembled now more a hedge maze, she wondered if she should have had some of the other shuttle crew come along.::



::Holding a flashlight in one hand and a tricorder in the other, the Kriosian engineer crept closer to Alora’s office. The sensors on the device were of a little help, just showing an ill-defined biomass.::



::The doors to Alora’s office abruptly opened as she approached, startling her a bit in the dark. Peering in, she found the humble abode just as deserted as the rest of the science facilities.::



::As she waved the light slowly across the room, she caught sight of a few tiny tendrils reaching out from a petri dish on the small desk in the center of the room. She stepped closer and the green finger-like projections arched towards the light.::



::Creepy.::



DeVeau: Nara...



::The single name swept out of the void, but there was no face to accompany it. Only the shadows of the mass of flora that surrounded the Kriosian, that thrust the office into the depths of darkness that filled the little room. A sigh, soft, disembodied, followed upon its heels, then faded.::



:he spun around, trying to find the source of the singsong voice.::



Rahman: Alora? Are you all right?



:he glanced down at her tricorder, but only indeterminate readings returned.::



DeVeau: I’m fine.



::The sound had switched directions, coming from above Roshanara rather than in front. From those depths, a pale oval slowly slipped into view - her face, just her face, tiny, then tendrils clinging to her cheeks and forehead. She smiled, then her visage faded gloom.::



::Roshanara turned her gaze upward, gasping at the sight of her friend.::



Rahman: Oh my God, Alora… we need to get you some help. I’ll call for Dr. Skyfire or Del…



::Her answer was in the form of a sudden whiplash of vines that whirled about her form and pinned her arms to her sides, causing her to drop the tricorder and flashlight. As she struggled to get free, Alora appeared again, more of those vines clinging to the science officer, lowering her slowly to the floor, then releasing her - save for those same, slender tendrils that trickled over her face and body, like tattoos etched upon her skin and clothing.::



Rahman: :till straining against the vice-like grip of the vines:: Alora, we have to help contain this… infestation. It’s taking over the ship… hurting people…



DeVeau: Is it?



::Alora seemed to glide over to Roshanara and drew close. She leaned forward, her face stopping a breath away from the other woman’s. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to trace a path over them, then she pulled away to encircle the captive.::



DeVeau: What do you propose we do, hmm?



::The vines holding Roshanara tightened, as if to punctuate Alora’s question. The engineer winced as she looked back at her friend, but despite those brilliant green eyes she’d remembered since they first served together aboard the Mercury, she could tell this was not the same young woman she’d helped mentor and reassure during her early days as an ensign.::



Rahman: Alora, please… you’re hurting me…



DeVeau: Am I?



:he tittered and twirled about as she returned to Roshanara’s view.::


DeVeau: Dear, sweet Nara.



:he shifted in closer and laughed, spittle spraying across her cheek.::



Rahman: ::turning her head slightly:: Do you understand what’s going on here? These plants… they’ve done something to you.



:he felt another squeeze of the vines and winced again.::



DeVeau: To me?



::A smirk stretched over her lips, those verdant eyes glinting in the dimness afforded by the torch.::



DeVeau: Oh my dear, sweet child. You have _no_ idea.



:he cackled, then flicked her fingers. For a moment, the vines loosened their grip just ever so slightly. Roshanara took in a deep breath of relief, coughing as she did so.::



Rahman: What do you -- *they* want?



::Were the plants somehow communicating with Alora? Through her? She needed to keep her talking regardless if she were to have any chance of calling for help.::



DeVeau: What do we want? First...I think we should take a little walk, don’t you?



::Not as if Roshanara had much choice. She twisted in futility as the vines wrapped her up once more and brought her close to Alora.::



Rahman: Alora… please… people are dying out there.



::Alora whirled around, hand curling around the Kriosian’s neck, her fingers digging into the flesh as she pressed her face close to Roshanara’s. Her lips hovered just above the other woman’s, her breath warm as she sighed. A single finger stroked the flesh of her neck, then she released Nara, nails trailing lightly over her skin.::



DeVeau: Come, my dear. I’ve been remiss - I’ve shown my favour to so many, but not to you. That, however, is about to change. I have a gift for you.



::The engineer tried to turn her face away, but the vines just brought her in closer.::



Rahman: ::furrowing her brow:: What are you talking about? This isn’t some game-



::But the science officer’s only answer was a heavy, full laugh, as a piece of fruit hanging off of one of the vines -- a mango, it looked like -- was shoved into Nara’s mouth, silencing her screams.::



DeVeau: Shhhhhh.



::Alora flashed her friend a sinister smile before flicking her fingers as she moved out of the office. The vines confining Roshanara began to follow and soon the two were swept into the shadows.::



---



Lieutenant Alora DeVeau


Chief Science Officer, USS Garuda



&



Dr. Roshanara Rahman


Project Manager, Starfleet Soon-to-be-Corpse of an Engineer

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