Cabin Fever – Murmers
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene

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Title   Murmers
Mission   Cabin Fever
Author(s)   HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
Posted   Sun Jul 26, 2015 @ 11:52pm
Location   IKCFHew
Timeline   Three days from Masyo' station
Over the following 48 hours Klingon behaviour began to become more unstable and erratic. Incidents of Klingons becoming confused about where they were, who they were talking with or what their task became more regular.


Lach and JaqwI' appeared at the door dragging a limp Cha'a' between them.

"Doctor!" Lach bellowed as they dragged her inside to the one bed that occupied the infirmary.

Mike rushed over, tricorder in hand. She halted at the bedside and ran it over Cha'a's limp body.

She paused for a moment, and re-scanned the Klingon. She set the tricorder down, and pushed a few buttons on the bed, setting up monitoring.

"We found her collapsed in the boom," Lach explained.

"You two can go, I have to....check a few things."

She wandered over to the computer, mumbling to herself.


Marie was still feeling distinctly unsteady on her feet when she entered the Mess Hall. She had caught three hours sleep following the all-nighter with Tell before her bladder insisted on being emptied. She had decided that a glass or two of water would be good before heading back to bed to try to sleep her hangover off.

Maybe that was why the sounds that reached her ears confused her. “Is that disruptor fire?” she asked Jared, the only other person in the hall.

Moving to the door cautiously they could see HoS firing his disruptor at the walls, floor, fixtures. He was yelling something in Klingon about Nausicans. Jared and Marie looked at each other. Someone was going to have to take the big man down before he did some real damage. Marie was the new Tactical officer, but Jared had seniority. Either of them could do it. One of them had to.

Jared held out his hand to Marie, "Disruptor, quick!"

For a moment Marie was taken aback. Jared NEVER used weapons; it was almost a religious thing for him. She handed over her pistol mutely. Instead of firing it at HoS, however, Jared pulled the case open, fiddled quickly inside and then called out.

"HoS! Use this!"

HoS caught the thrown disruptor easily and brought it to bear on a defenseless pot which he was screaming at in Klingon. He fired both triggers simultaneously. His own disruptor vaporized the pot, but Marie's erupted in a flash of energy dropping the stunned Klingon to the deck plating.

Jared walked in and nudged the burnt out disruptor with his foot. Marie looked around the wreckage of a kitchen. She just hoped she would be able to purchase replacement kitchen supplies from the station they were going to.


Ro' appeared at the door of the bridge. At first glance Germite, sitting at Life support station, assumed he was drunk again because of the way he swayed and leant against the bulkhead.

"Tell, I told you to turn the heating down," Ro growled at Germite.

Germite glanced at Tell who was at the Engineering station. They both knew there was nothing wrong with the Life support.

The temperature was fine on the ship and Tell would have told him so in no uncertain terms normally. But instead decided to humor him because she knew something wasn't quite right here.

"Aye Cap'n"


HIchop and May'bel had agreed to meet in the hold to work on the battle suit; trying to find a way to fix the weapon feeds to avoid jams. However, when they arrived what they found was 'Iw'a'na' sitting by the cargo transporter weeping. In Klingon culture weeping is a sign of passion and is not frowned upon, but it was still an alarming sight.