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Who: Everyone in the mess hall, Shinzon, Judas
What: Thalaron radiation plot
Where: Mess hall
When: About lunch time, at it's most crowded.
Warning: Rotting and death. :|
Today. It would b today.
Shinzon had been meticulous. He'd completed the pulse and hidden it away in the mess hall, somewhere it would not be found - it could not be found. It had been done early, with a very careful timer. Shinzon had been cloistered in his room since Monday night, with Judas - and whether he was simply the easiest alibi, or the only person aboard the Barge that Shinzon did not want dead, he was not sure.
He'd stolen Kahlan's journal earlier on Monday. It was necessary; he didn't believe most of the people he wanted in the dining hall would need coaxing, but on would. It wasn't terribly difficult to convince Kirk to attend; Shinzon was hard pressed not to smile when he returned to Judas' company.
And in the mess hall, when it was packed its fullest for the afternoon, the thalaron radiation generator, his pulse, ticked into action.
It wasn't explosive. In fact, it was a very simple, inconspicuous mechanism, beautiful in some ways. Hidden as it was, it's green glow might be missed by some. It's beams arched and folded upon itself, spinning fast; and by the time everyone noticed it, Shinzon new it would be too late. The pulse burst, showering the entire room with what appeared to be green dust. It could be compared to snow: the dust dissipated by the time it reached the floor.
There would be a second's confusion, and then panic as the agony began, and their bodies began to rot. Minutes later, everyone in the mess hall would be dead.
Just as planned.
(((Okay guys, feel free to tag yourselves in. If you want to do death posts, go for it; they're literally rotting and turning to dust, but they'll be dead long before they get stony and dust-like. There's no straight up connection to Shinzon; he isn't claiming responsibility for this. Maybe later. Who knows.)))
What: Thalaron radiation plot
Where: Mess hall
When: About lunch time, at it's most crowded.
Warning: Rotting and death. :|
Today. It would b today.
Shinzon had been meticulous. He'd completed the pulse and hidden it away in the mess hall, somewhere it would not be found - it could not be found. It had been done early, with a very careful timer. Shinzon had been cloistered in his room since Monday night, with Judas - and whether he was simply the easiest alibi, or the only person aboard the Barge that Shinzon did not want dead, he was not sure.
He'd stolen Kahlan's journal earlier on Monday. It was necessary; he didn't believe most of the people he wanted in the dining hall would need coaxing, but on would. It wasn't terribly difficult to convince Kirk to attend; Shinzon was hard pressed not to smile when he returned to Judas' company.
And in the mess hall, when it was packed its fullest for the afternoon, the thalaron radiation generator, his pulse, ticked into action.
It wasn't explosive. In fact, it was a very simple, inconspicuous mechanism, beautiful in some ways. Hidden as it was, it's green glow might be missed by some. It's beams arched and folded upon itself, spinning fast; and by the time everyone noticed it, Shinzon new it would be too late. The pulse burst, showering the entire room with what appeared to be green dust. It could be compared to snow: the dust dissipated by the time it reached the floor.
There would be a second's confusion, and then panic as the agony began, and their bodies began to rot. Minutes later, everyone in the mess hall would be dead.
Just as planned.
(((Okay guys, feel free to tag yourselves in. If you want to do death posts, go for it; they're literally rotting and turning to dust, but they'll be dead long before they get stony and dust-like. There's no straight up connection to Shinzon; he isn't claiming responsibility for this. Maybe later. Who knows.)))