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Posted on Wed Jul 29th, 2020 @ 10:00am by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor

Mission: Shore Leave
Location: Unknown
Timeline: Current


I'll bite...


[[Somewhere on Risa]]

As the blue haze of the transporter cleared from his vision, the first thing Balrog noticed was that it was still blue. That's weird, he thought, as the second thing he noticed hit him like an iceberg. It was very, very cold. He teeth started chattering as he looked around, his rubber ducky float the only thing on him aside from the swim trunks, but all he could see was swirling snow.

He was about to hit his comm badge to get beamed back up when something hit him from behind, knocking him into the snow. His comm badge came loose, as something large and vaguely human shaped grabbed his feet and tied them together with crude rope. His hands were next, then a gag went into his mouth, preventing him from saying anything coherent.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was his comm badge lying in the snow as he was carried further and further away from it.


Oh no!

Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Chief Medical Officer
USS Independence


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