Re: The Purge's arrival


Kiana Vell came to with a start.
The tactical screen in the pilot's briefing room still showed the plans for the day's exercises. It cast the whole room in a pale green light, including Kiana herself, sprawled on the floor with a throbbing headache. She was a slim woman with dark hair cut short and features that never seemed to smile. She wore the green uniform of an Imperial flight officer, with a pair of blue squares on her rank plaque that marked her as a junior lieutenant. Slowly, she sat up, bringing a hand to her sore head. It came back slick with blood.
"Shit..." she muttered, dabbing her head a little more; she looked to the side and saw some blood on the pulpit. The events came back to her in a rush; the sight of Imperial officers eating each other had been rampant in the hallway. She had shot Commander Benning, but he had kept coming. In a panic, she had stepped back through the door and locked it, then she must have tripped and hit her head.
How long have I been out? She stood up and moved to the tactical display where a clock marked that two hours had passed. For a moment, she just stared at the display, letting the throbbing in her head settle down. Two hours, when officers had been going mad on the ship? And nobody had disturbed her here? That meant things had gotten bad.