=/\= Athena's Quarters =/\= Athena lay in her bed sleeping at last. Probably much to the relief of her marine escort. Athena had been sleeping fitfully and awoke abruptly. She sat straight up in bed as a feeling of great anger seemed to shake her senses. The intensity of the anger mixed her dreams and sleep muddled head made Athena gasp in a deep breath and let it out quickly. She sat for a few seconds longer before moving into action. {The away teams.} She felt almost ill with her thoughts and the things she was sensing. Athena jumped from the bed and went straight to the door. She didn't once give any thought to the oversized green T-shirt that hung to her knees or the fact that she was in her barefeet. She breezed through the door and into the corridor. She didn't bother to notice the marine or if he was even following her. She was practically running for the lift. Her marine escort gave her a strange look but said nothing as the counselor wore a serious expression on her face one-second and a look of concern the next. As the lift doors open Athena stepped out onto the bridge and looked at Lt. York. The helmsman couldn't keep the surprised look from his face, "Counselor?" Athena walked over to the helmsman and asked quietly if he had heard anything from the away teams. He shook his head to indicate he had heard nothing. Athena stood still watching the screen for several minutes without moving or saying anything. Her senses hummed with the anger and her body shivered with it. She moved ever so slightly but she was now standing just a step or two behind the helmsman as she continued to stare at the screen. As she let her tensed muscles relax the shivering became less noticeable and she started to sense something else. {Frustration. Hhmmm... another form of anger.} It was almost as if the frustration fueled the sea of anger that seemed to encompass her. Athena's arm had been hanging at her side but now she crossed them in front of her making the hem of the T-shirt rise up her thighs an inch. A sense of confusion hit her and it was unsettling. She took a couple more backward steps and sat slowly in an empty chair as the feeling of intense anger swept over her again. {What's going on in that station?} The color had drained from her face with the anger that now seemed to be coursing around and through her. =/\= End Log =/\= Lt. Athena Wellington Counselor USS Chimera