"Forcibly Flattened"
[previous "Fractured Family"]

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Setting: MASQUERADE DREAMS, Main Dining Room
Stardate: 30152.1945

Her voice had been the sweetest sound he had ever heard, and her eyes had been all that he could see.  The time they had spent together could have been a few seconds or entire years, and to Jayson there had been no difference.  He could only remember the things she had asked him to tell her about, everything else not having mattered to him in the least.  He could not even remember what he had said to her, just that she had asked him for information and that he had been thrilled to do something that would make her happy.

Somehow he had lost sight of her eyes and her voice had gone silent casting him in a world of nothingness.  For a moment Jayson felt as if he had been drowning as the one thing he needed most to survive was taken from him.  From a place where all was peace and tranquility, he slowly found his way back against his greatest wish to a world filled with chaos and conflict.

In time Jayson realized that he had been having a great deal of difficulty in drawing breath into his lungs as a crushing pain pinned him against a large flat surface.  It took a few more seconds for the OPS officer to reorient himself using the gravity holding him in place to gather that he had been flat on the floor with someone on top of him.

"Get off."

He had wanted his words to be loud and demanding, forcing the person on him to move, but the best Jayson managed to do was to sound like an elderly man unable to breathe.  From his vantage point, all he could see where several sets of matching shoes, all of the belonging to women.  In addition to the confusion that had invaded his thoughts, shame joined in to a point where he almost wished for the weight pressing down on him to push him through the floor and out of sight.

"Jayson, can you hear me?"

Commander Shar'El asked, trying to figure out if the pinned man had regained his wits or if he had still been under the influence of the siren that he had been dining with.

"Yes."

One simple word that had come out as if it had required the man's entire strength to say.  By the sound of things, that words had almost sounded like it might be the man's final say in this life.  With a nod of her head, Commander Shar'El motioned Uxtar to release his prey which he did with caution, ready to pounce once again should the man show any sign of wanting a fight.

A long deep breath filled his lungs, causing his body to force itself back into a three-dimensional shape.  After several more such breaths, Jayson managed to look up at te Hirogen standing over him.

"Did you really need to drop an entire starship on me?"

"Sounds like he's back to normal," Commander Shar'El said with a hint of relief.

"What is going on here?"

All eyes turned to an officer of the MASQUERADE DREAMS as he quickly walked towards what he believed to be the center of the disturbance. The officer's eyes had already found the towering Hirogen in the crowd and the expression on his face pointed to Uxtar being set-up to take the blame for whatever had taken place.

"Lille, take Jayson out of here."

Shar'El whispered into the subdermal communicator as she thought it best to have the cause of the disturbance be removed out of the room while she took care of the officer from the MASQUERADE DREAMS.  Hopefully she would be able to find a way to smooth things over without too many questions behind asked.

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Jayson Sousa

Ensign Jayson Stark
Chief of Operations
USS ANUBIS, NCC-18501