Post 146: Dream a little dream of me

Posted on Wed Oct 23rd, 2024 @ 9:55pm by Admiral Christopher Bradley
Edited on on Wed Oct 23rd, 2024 @ 11:35pm

434 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Secrets

He walked down the hallway. Surprisingly there was no one around. Which was interesting to him as the area where the admirals offices where located was always bussling with people trying to get things. He walked past Dakota's office and it was empty which wasn't that surprising as he had just left her in their quarters. He went around the corner to where his office was and attempted to get in. But it was locked.

He checked to make sure he was at the right office, and he was. He tried again. Still locked. He pushed his comm badge. "Engineering, this is Admiral Bradley, there appears to be an issue with my office door being locked and not granting me access."
No Response
He tried again.
"Engineering, this is Admiral Bradley, there appears to be an issue with my office door being locked and not granting me access."
Again no response.

He turned around to head and find someone to report this to. As he did so, he felt like he was sucker punched. He went down to one knee and looked around. There was no one around. He stood up, and felt a punch again. "What the hell" he said.

Suddenly he was in another area. He recognized it from prior dreams. He went to his side to get his phaser but it wasn't there. He went to tap his comm badge but that wasn't there either.
He slowly walked down the hall he was now in. It was long and narrow.
As he kept walking he saw something ahead of him. He wasn't sure what it was.
As he got closer he could make it out.
It was Dakota and Iris. They were beaten up locked in a jail cell. He kept walking toward them but they kept moving away.
He started to run.
They were not getting any closer
He was now in a panic.
He kept running.
Suddenly they disappeared.
Now he was in the jail cell. Robotic arms were coming at him from all angles. Prodding him. Poking him. Cutting him. Stabbing him. Punching him.
A voice could be heard
"Give us the information"
He struggled.
"Give us the information."
Suddenly one of the arms went and hit him hard across the face.
--
He woke up with a start. He had fallen asleep reading some data padds in his office. He was full of sweat. He got up from his desk and looked around. The dreams were getting real. Too real. Something had to be done. He wasn't going to let anything happen to anyone he cared about.

 

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