=/\= SB 234 =/\=
Mnemosyme lost track of where exactly she was on the base, but judging the color of uniforms that seemed to be lying sprinkled around the deck she guessed in some engineering area. Looking at the bodies that seemed to be ruthlessly thrown away and the fact that most of them seemed to be fleet personnel; she guessed that they had unwanted company. She pulled out the med tricorder that was in the kit the CMO had thrown at her and rapidly scanned the bodies making sure that none were alive. With each body she passed she became more angry and sad at the senseless carnage. She soon became aware the anyone they thought might still be alive; had their necks slit with a rather brutal blade.
Somewhere ahead of her a battle raged on, but a small blip indicating a heartbeat had Mnemosyme stopping dead in her tracks. She knelt down at the closest body and the tricorder blipped again. The heartbeat was slow and erratic. The young man didn't even appear to be breathing. She didn't understand how he could have made it when so many others hadn't. {Is he the enemy in disguise} she wondered. He had a minor wound on one of his legs and she went to check for the neck wound that would match the others. As she moved in for a closer look his hands fell away from his throat releasing a stream of blood. And the erratic blip of the tricorder went silent.
Mnemosyme stepped back and tripped over an engineering kit and a phaser. {Way to be stealthy.} She picked up the second phaser and added it to the waistband of her pants. Why she bothered to start to pick up the tools and replace them into their kit, she had no idea. When she heard footfalls heading her direction, she hurriedly scooped as many of the rest of the tools and small parts into the bag. She stood putting the bag over the shoulder opposite the medkit and started going back the way she had come.
=/\= End Log =/\=
2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
Jr. Counselor
SB 234
