'Kos Sim - When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions

[Alleran Tan]

I couldn't help but cackle like a harpy when I saw the use of a certain word. Amazingly done, Genkos!

Spoiler

Romulundead

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((Maintenance Area, Cardassian Prison))

 

They had managed to get across the gaping chasm in the middle of the corridor with what could be called style and panache, but only by the partially sighted. Apart from Tan; he’d landed and ‘Kos had been tempted to hold up a PADD that read 9.4 on it. If he’d had a PADD that is. Or the time. 

 

Suddenly, however, and without warning, Shades jumped right on top of TNT, and bundled him to the floor. Repressing the brief urge to jump in, ‘Kos watched as she managed to slip off the knots holding him to the anchor, which, he now noticed, had just plummeted over the edge. There was a horrendous crashing sound as metal married more metal, and possibly had a lot more metal babies. It had pulled the rope taut, but didn’t seem in immediate danger in pulling TNT over edge.

 

Reynolds: One second, we'll get you loose.

 

Marshall/Tan: Response

 

Sim: Here, use my - 

 

‘Kos was stopped as the last knot slipped free and whipped past them, catching his crutch and sending him crashing bodily to the floor. He caught himself on his elbow which sent a shockwave straight up and into his jaw. As Shades saw to TNT, he got back onto his feet quite unsteadily, his heart pounding in his chest.

 

Reynolds: You all right?

 

Marshall/Tan: Response

 

Reynolds: This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder. ::As was becoming a habitual tic, she crossed her arms again.:: I swear nothing makes sense in here.

 

‘Kos nodded once, agreeing with her. It was almost like a dream, such was the unreality of the situation, but not even in his worst nightmares did he have to exert himself so physically. Compared to this, his nightmares were a walk in the park.

 

Sim: The only thing that makes sense is that this consistently doesn’t make sense.

 

Marshall/Tan: Response

 

Reynolds: We should— 

 

‘Kos followed Shades’ gaze as whatever she saw interrupted her. Lumbering down the corridor was a sight both familiar and horrifying at the same time, and ‘Kos felt his bloody turn Andorian in the splittiest of split seconds.

 

Reynolds: —go! 

 

Sim: Oh good… another undead.

 

Marshall/Tan: Response

 

And it was, somehow, a corpse reanimated as if by some day-go liquid, some of which poured like ichor from the creature’s mouth. At least that’s what it looked like. But ‘Kos didn’t take any of that in; he had pivoted on his heel and was limping as quickly as he could in the opposite direction. The groans of the creature echoed after them, and ‘Kos tried to block out these wordless cries. 

 

Sim: ::breathlessly:: Why… did… it… have… to… be… zombies?

 

Marshall/Tan/Reynolds: Response

 

They reached a T-junction, and neither was an exciting prospect. To the left, there appeared to be a large grate covering the entire corridor a few hundred yards down. Illuminated in the dull red bulbs seemed to be more of the shambling corpses, all Romulans, and all wearing the remains of fairly ragged clothes. Each one was covered in a symphony of bruises, as if they’d been beaten to within an inch of their life before being thrown into the corridor. 

 

Upon seeing their merry band of travellers, the Romulundead turned and ran at the grate. Thankfully it held, but they kept jumping at it, and it was deeply unpleasant. A sinking feeling in ‘Kos’ stomach told him eventually they’d break through.

 

Whilst to the right, there was a completely darkened corridor.

 

Sim: This way has to be better, right? … Right?!

 

Marshall/Tan/Reynolds: Response

 

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Genkos “Wheels” Sim

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Edited May 4, 2021 by Alleran Tan

[Genkos Adea]

Aww thanks buddy! It's my privilege and pleasure to introduce our current tormentors