Ladies and Gentlemen, today’s vote was a landslide. In fact, not a single one of you elected to vote for our winner today. It amazes me that you’re so unpopular, sphenodont. I really don’t understand why. You’ve spent plenty of time on the other side of the void with us and our opinion of you is that you’re a quite likeable chap. But it isn’t my opinion that counts (nominally at least) so, I must send you away now. Who knows where you’ll go!
Red ran as quickly as she could. Someone had been following her since evening meal. Not that she’d seen him, but she knew, he was there, in the shadows, in the crevices, everywhere! She ran through the caves trying to get back to the Romulan base camp, but in her panic lefts were becoming rights and rights lefts, and she was certain she’d missed a turn. She felt that scared little girl inside of her rising to the surface. That scared little girl who’d eeked out a life on Remus as an orphaned Romulan, the one who survived the dilithium pits, the one who survived! That’s what she had to focus on. She knew she had to suppress her fear or else she would never make it out of this alive. Her training in the Tal Shiar prepared her for these kinds of high-stress situations! Why couldn’t she lean on it when she needed it?
But he kept coming. Behind every turn there was another and another and another until she reached the end. A cave with no outlet. And though she hadn’t seen him a single time during the chase, she saw him now with a sadistic grin on his face. But the worst part were his eyes. Those dead eyes that pierced her soul.
Two ran into that cave. One walked out.
Q once again assembled the crowd, in the wake of Red’s death a very dire situation has come to light. There are spies in our ranks. Players who are not playing for the same end game. I’m not sure why they’re here or who put them here. It might have been Quinn or another Q trying to taunt me. Watch for them. Find them. And bring me one of them.
If tomorrow’s lynched person is a Spy, the team with the most players on involved in the lynch will receive a prize.
Sphenodont’s role PM wrote:You are Ensign Macha Hernandez. If there is shit to be shoveled or latrines to be cleaned, you’ll be there Ensign, we’re all counting on you. Why you were chosen to participate in this is anyone’s guess, but there is probably a Medal of Valor in it for you if you come out the other end. You have the following abilities,
- Did anyone tell you the trouble with Red Shirts? For whatever reason, the mortality rate for Red Shirts is unusually high. Since you need a good hiding place, you may target a player each night to hide behind, any abilities destined for you will instead affect them.
- You’re so fresh out of the Academy, you still have the notions of honor and truth in the forefront of your mind. If any player attempts to target your vote with a manipulation, it will fail. However, in addition, you will be told of who targeted you, though not what their manipulation would have been.
[You do not have a weapon]
AugenVonSauron’s role PM wrote:The only reason you were even on that Warbird was to confirm the Commander’s loyalty. That mission does not stop now, but in the mean-time, you may want to at least interrogate some of these other players.
Each night you may “interrogate” another player. The player will be sedated the next day and removed from play. You will receive a dossier at the end of the following day with the results of your interrogation.
You should not reveal your Tal Shiar alignment to anyone, including other Romulans.
[You have a weapon]
[[For clarification: AugenVonSauron was the Romulan Spy.]]