Fourteen stood in the cargo bay tapping the console next to the regeneration alcove she was planning to use for the night. It had been quite a long day, the entire crew was on edge trying to help the Captain and bridge staff unravel Empress Sela's plot for the galaxy and hunt down Hakeev. The Celeste had already been through a lot, and she was proud to have had a hand in its construction.
She took a deep sigh before walking over to a few of the cargo boxes to begin a quick inventory. Upon the U.S.S. Celeste's launch, she had been assigned to the ship as Tesla Volkov's First Officer. However, since the alcoves were in the cargo bay, she took it upon herself to make sure everything was in order. OCD was among the long list of things she had wrong with her, having such a close connection with the Collective before she was rescued had some serious side-effects that nobody could reverse. She was always on edge and twitchy, someone who looked like she was about to snap at any second... On the inside she was calm and rational, but outwardly the poor Borg looked incredibly untrustworthy - and spoke in the same manner.
She was unaware of her companion though - she'd been carrying him around for a few days... Mat's body had been mostly reduced to a red stain mixed with sweat on her mottled skin. She remembered a pebble a few days prior in her shoe, but with the ship in combat her expertise was needed and focus was mandatory. Now that everything was calm though, and the ship was at warp heading quickly toward the Brea System in pursuit of Hakeev, she had a moment to breathe and remove the bit of debris before it became an issue again.
She sat down and slid her shoe off of her foot, which had been cooped up in her footwear for far too long. She turned it upside-down and shook it several times, however, there was nothing to be found...
"Hmm..." She groaned, looking to her shoe as though she were looking through it. "I know I felt something... I have an eidetic memory..."
Instead of looking toward the shoe though, she turned her attention to her sock. Gently she tugged the black fabric off of her skin and shook it a few times to see if the stone was in there ~ Nothing... She set the sweat-coated fabric aside and looked to the sole of her foot... Her eyes widened with surprise, her expression showing something akin to a mixture of terror and sadistic pleasure - however, she felt nothing.
Mat's body had been reduced to a pelt of skin and blue hair - however, she remembered an all-hands message sent to every individual on the ship a week or two ago perfectly. If any crew members were to come across a small, humanoid insect - to kill it on sight and bring the remains to the Chief Medical Officer for examination. The insects, for some reason, seem to have originated from the Devidian's realm and both the Captain and CMO thought it best to exterminate on sight and learn more...
Gently she slid her finger across the arch of her foot, picking up the remains on her fingertip...
"Ires might be interested in this..." She said, her voice cracking slightly on the edge of insanity.
Captain's Log: Supplemental -
We've finally located the Tal Shiar's base of operations in the Brea system. With any luck, Hakeev will be there so that we may apprehend him. It's been a long road up until this point... I must add another curious report from my First Officer, Fourteen. It seems she also found one of the strange Devidian insects earlier today. Nobody is reporting any injuries or sickness, which is good, but their appearance is strange to say the least.