The Galactic Adventures of Pierce Darkblade
"Maybe another time Kathleen, i'm a little busy here."
"Oh...oh. Thats alright Pierce, I'll just go swimming by myself."
You feel bad, but you are just too comfortable sitting by the pool. You order a couple more rounds of drinks for yourself, after you have finished you go back to your hotel room, face plant onto your king sized bed and drift into a nice drunken sleep.
Your head is pounding as you awake to the droning beeps of your emblem communicator which is in your pocket. You begrudgingly answer it.
"Darkblade."
"Yes..Captain...It's Fraglon. Theres been an accident involving Dr. Liv. You need to come to the resort hospital asap sir."
You bolt up out of bed, wide eyed, and ask the terrible question, "Is she alright Commander?!"
"Please Captain, just come to the hospital right away!"
You know Fraglon. He would only withhold that kind of information from you because something terrible has happened. You don't want to face what you know to already be true.
At the hospital you are led into an autopsy room. Commander Fraglon and one of the hospital doctors are present. A bed sheet covers a lumpy object on the center table.
Commander Fraglon looks at you with intense sorrow, rare for a man of such astute composure.
"Dr. Liv is dead Captain-"
The news hits you like a brick being thrown into your heart.
"-she apparently was swimming alone and was pulled under the water by what those who witnessed it say was some sort of giant, red, clawed sea creature."
The doctor uncovers the bed sheet revealing a mangled corpse, actually, half a corpse, as you can see it is only the upper half of the body. Everything from the belly down has been ripped away. Her entrails are strewn on the table, still glistening with blood and seawater.
You turn and vomit on the floor, the sight a true horror for you to behold. Fraglon doesn't comment on your reaction to the body as you wipe your mouth, and look again at the body, viewing her dark sunken eyes and a twisted look of terror still on her face.
The doctor chimes in, "Whatever it was, does not seem to have bitten her, but dragged her under the water and ripped her in two with mandible like claws."
You shake your head in disbelief.
"This vacation is over...Commander...gather the crew back onto the ship, we will give Kathleen a proper burial."
The months that follow you are overcome with grief. Inconsolable, you talk to few besides your bridge officers. You drink heavily at the ships bar and stay in your room for hours on end. You blame yourself for her death and oftentimes think it should of been you that was ripped in two by a hideous lobster monster. Kathleen was beautiful and kind, all she wanted was to spend some more time with you, but you were too comfortable to move your fat ass to the beach. You loved her you tell yourself, loved her from afar and now shes dead.
Dead forever.
Sitting at the desk in your quarters you stick your laser pistol into your mouth. You can't face the inner demons any longer. Pulling the trigger, horrible burning sensations portrude from the back of your skull. It's quick, your face flies backward, looking at the ceiling, then everything goes dark.
Commander Fraglon finds your body hours later, horrified by the tragic choice you made.
"Oh...oh. Thats alright Pierce, I'll just go swimming by myself."
You feel bad, but you are just too comfortable sitting by the pool. You order a couple more rounds of drinks for yourself, after you have finished you go back to your hotel room, face plant onto your king sized bed and drift into a nice drunken sleep.
Your head is pounding as you awake to the droning beeps of your emblem communicator which is in your pocket. You begrudgingly answer it.
"Darkblade."
"Yes..Captain...It's Fraglon. Theres been an accident involving Dr. Liv. You need to come to the resort hospital asap sir."
You bolt up out of bed, wide eyed, and ask the terrible question, "Is she alright Commander?!"
"Please Captain, just come to the hospital right away!"
You know Fraglon. He would only withhold that kind of information from you because something terrible has happened. You don't want to face what you know to already be true.
At the hospital you are led into an autopsy room. Commander Fraglon and one of the hospital doctors are present. A bed sheet covers a lumpy object on the center table.
Commander Fraglon looks at you with intense sorrow, rare for a man of such astute composure.
"Dr. Liv is dead Captain-"
The news hits you like a brick being thrown into your heart.
"-she apparently was swimming alone and was pulled under the water by what those who witnessed it say was some sort of giant, red, clawed sea creature."
The doctor uncovers the bed sheet revealing a mangled corpse, actually, half a corpse, as you can see it is only the upper half of the body. Everything from the belly down has been ripped away. Her entrails are strewn on the table, still glistening with blood and seawater.
You turn and vomit on the floor, the sight a true horror for you to behold. Fraglon doesn't comment on your reaction to the body as you wipe your mouth, and look again at the body, viewing her dark sunken eyes and a twisted look of terror still on her face.
The doctor chimes in, "Whatever it was, does not seem to have bitten her, but dragged her under the water and ripped her in two with mandible like claws."
You shake your head in disbelief.
"This vacation is over...Commander...gather the crew back onto the ship, we will give Kathleen a proper burial."
The months that follow you are overcome with grief. Inconsolable, you talk to few besides your bridge officers. You drink heavily at the ships bar and stay in your room for hours on end. You blame yourself for her death and oftentimes think it should of been you that was ripped in two by a hideous lobster monster. Kathleen was beautiful and kind, all she wanted was to spend some more time with you, but you were too comfortable to move your fat ass to the beach. You loved her you tell yourself, loved her from afar and now shes dead.
Dead forever.
Sitting at the desk in your quarters you stick your laser pistol into your mouth. You can't face the inner demons any longer. Pulling the trigger, horrible burning sensations portrude from the back of your skull. It's quick, your face flies backward, looking at the ceiling, then everything goes dark.
Commander Fraglon finds your body hours later, horrified by the tragic choice you made.
