Pilot Health Status Monitoring Report #00000349

OamodSias

OamodSias
:: PILOT ENTERING REM SLEEP ::
:: INITIATING ::
:: PILOT: SIAS, OAMOD | AGE: 31 | SEX: MALE | LOCATION: BEAGLE 2 LANDING / ASELLUS PRIMUS ::
:: CONDITION: PTSD ::
:: MONITORING REM ::


A woman stands on a hillock. The sun behind her, surrounding her head like a halo.
She turns to face me. Her long brown hair covers half her face. She's beautiful.
The wind lifts her pale-yellow dress. She's barefoot.
The grass, green and healthy, brushing against her ankles.
She laughs, she smiles. Her eyes green, and loving.


She holds out a hand to me.
I walk towards her. But I don't get any closer.
I try to run. Nothing happens.
She continues to smile at me, her hand out-stretched.
The wind blows stronger, brushing her hair from her face.


:: ELEVATED HEART RATE DETECTED ::


Her face is burnt. The skin, black and cracked.
Her eye is missing, a cold dark socket stares at me.
The blackness spreads across her body.
I smell burning, rotting, flesh.
Her dress falls from her body. Her hair burns.
She screams. But I don't hear anything.
She falls to her knees. She holds a burnt hand out to me.
She watches in horror as the wind tears it from her body.
Fear. Confusion. Terror.
With one last look at me. She collapses into a pile of ash.


:: ELEVATED FEAR AND STRESS LEVELS DETECTED, LEVEL 1 WARNING ::


The grass is dead. Blackened and scorched around me.
The sky dark, the sun gone. It's hard to breathe.
Now I can hear screaming. It's not the womans.
I can move. I move.
I run to the hillock, where the woman was.
Below me, a small town burns.


Dark shadows move through the streets, killing everyone.
Men, women, and ….


Confused and alone, a child is crying for her mother.
But her mother lies dead beside her, a bullet to her brain.
Bang.


A dark figure stands above and behind the child.


Oh gods...


:: WARNING ::


No. Stop. Please, God no. Not again. Stop! Please! STOP!


:: WARNING ::


The figure aims his weapon at the child…


:: WARNING ::


A sound. Briefly.
The figure turns to the hillock.
Nothing. The hillock is empty.


He turns back to the child...


:: WARNING ::
:: WARNING ::
:: WARNING ::
:: EXTREME NEUROLOGICAL ACTIVITY, LEVEL 3 WARNING ::
:: STARTING EMERGENCY PROCEDURES ::


...and I pull the trigger.


:: ADMINISTERING APPROVED SEDATIVE ::
:: PILOT SEDATED ::
:: NEUROLOGICAL ACTIVITY RETURNING TO NORMAL LEVELS ::
:: CONTINUING TO MONITOR... ::
 

mark117h

mark117h
That was a really very good intro,
Cant wait to read the continuation when you do it,
Look forwards to it anyway.
Cheers
CMDR mark117h
 

OamodSias

OamodSias
PILOT HEALTH STATUS MONITORING REPORT #00000350

Throbbing in my ears.

An incredibly bright, blinding light surrounds me.
I can't feel anything. I can't see anything.
I hear nothing but my breathing.
I realise then that I'm standing on nothing.

Throbbing in my head.

The light is hot. Inviting.
It invokes a sense of peace and comfort in me.
But grows a little colder. It moves away.

Throbbing in my body.

No, stay... please...

The throbbing stops.

Complete silence.

Sounds suddenly explode around me.
The blinding light vanishes, resolving itself into shapes;
Ships. People. All falling from the sky.
Screaming. Terror. Confusion.
My mind is dizzy.

The light I saw was the gaping maw of a ship engine. A Majestic-class Interdictor plummeting to the ground away from me;
Shrouded by a cloud of dark black smoke as dozens of Vultures, flying the colours of the Federation, swarm around the Empire capital vessel,
Unleashing a torrent of never-ending plasma on her massive hull. Ships crew are ejected through the life pods, only to be picked off by Federation Sidewinders.

A second later I'm blasted with a heatwave as the Interdictor explodes.
Throbbing.
The fog in my mind lifts and realisation sets in; I'm falling.
The ground is coming closer. Faster. I scream. I flail. I cry for help.
I'm just another casualty of war. Falling to my death. There is nothing I can do.

Time slows.
Silence.
Something grabs my attention,
I turn to face a ship falling past me.
In the window...


Oh god...

::- WARNING\\LEVEL 1 NERUOLOGICAL ACTIVITY DETECTED//WARNING -::

Two figures, a woman and a child...
Everything goes dark for an instant.
I'm standing on the deck of the ship. My weapon pointed at the back of the child's head.
Her mother lies dead beside her. The child's crying. Alone. Scared.
I look around, it's the town. Burning. I look to the hillock. Nothing. It's empty.
I turn back to the child. She's looking at me. Confusion on her small, dirty tear-streaked face.

"Da..?"

..I pull the trigger...

::- WARNING\\LEVEL 3 NEUROLOGICAL ACTIVITY DETECTED//WARNING -::
::- ADMINISTERING SEDATIVE -::
::- WARNING SEDATIVE ADMINISTRATION FAILED -::

I scream. My heart tears from my chest.
Pain. So much pain.

::- PREPARING SECONDARY INJECTION -::

The ship explodes.
I'm falling again.
20 meters.
I'm screaming.
10 meters.
Nobody can help me.
5 meters.

::- ADMINISTERING SEDATIVE -::

Everything goes dark.
 

OamodSias

OamodSias
//PRIVATE DOCUMENTS OF DR. TILLY EPSTEIN//
//INTERCEPTED DURING TRANSMISSION TO [UNKNOWN]//
//SUSPICIOUS PAYMENT OF CREDITS TO [UNKNOWN]//
//DOCUMENT FOLLOWS//


//ATTENDING : DR. TILLY EPSTEIN, PH.D | PSYCHOLOGIST //
//LOCATION : LP 98-132, FREEPORT MEDICAL CENTRE//
//PATIENT
NAME : SIAS, OAMOD
AGE : 31
SEX : MALE
LOCATION : NANOMAM, GRESLEY DOCK (CURRENTLY KNOWN)//
//DATE : 1/2/3302//


History: Patient was referred by [redacted] after concern was raised about his mental well-being following the incident at [redacted].


Current prognosis:
Patient strongly believes he dreams of a war he participated in but is unable to identify which one. His description of a crashing capital ship is vivid, but no records in the public domain indicate the destruction of such a ship that crashed onto a planet. Indeed, no records exist of any war matching his description, anywhere, at any time.


The patient displays stereotypical neuro- and psyio-logical disruption when speaking about his dreams. Of particular concern are the occasions when he mentions a woman and a child; neither of which he is able to identify by name. Patient has stated that he believes the child to be his daughter, and suspects the woman as his wife, though no medical records exist of his paternity or marriage. The way he responds when speaking about them however, indicate a strong connection (possible fabrication?); whether it's as their family or as their killer remains unknown. Then again, the child and woman could simply be symbolic of a much deeper issue.


His description of standing upon a hill top above and away from the trouble indicates a detached view of the situation; but his shift from the hill top to taking the place of the gunman indicates a strong sense of guilt. He believes he is responsible for their deaths. The unidentifiable nature of the shadow figures (as he calls them) in one of his dreams indicates that he is unable to associate with them; either because he doesn't want to (shame, perhaps?), or more likely because they simply aren't the focii of his nightmares.


Initial examinations confirm patient suffers from debilitating post-traumatic stress that manifest as nightmares. Patient is likely suffering from repression and confabulation.


Suggestion: Continued use of the medical bracelet to ensure restful sleep.
Medication: Pentobarbital, Primidone, Thiopental and Methohexital.




//DOCUMENT ENDS//
 

Alec Turner

Alec Turner
Futuristic Kung Fu said:
If you just want to subscribe to this thread you can do so under thread tools at the top.
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LOL, I know that ... me saying "<subscribe>" in my post above was my way of discretely saying that I'm enjoying this thread and will continue monitoring these disturbing patient reports ;)

Edit: or perhaps you knew that I knew that and I've missed the subtlety in your subtlety?
 
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Futuristic Kung Fu

Futuristic Kung Fu
Alec Turner said:
LOL, I know that ... me saying "<subscribe>" in my post above was my way of discretely saying that I'm enjoying this thread and will continue monitoring these disturbing patient reports ;)

Edit: or perhaps you knew that I knew that and I've missed the subtlety in your subtlety?
Click to expand...
Rep is the answer…
 
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