Well, you asked for it, I'll apologize in advance =P
"There it is again, that voice calling you from your dreams. That call which has become all too familiar to be anything but annoying. A deep penetrating rumble that is unmistakably your roommate. He couldn't have worse timing if he tried, this dream . . . seemed anything but that. It seemed so vanilla at first, a empty whiteness and voices of loved ones and coworkers echoing throughout. Yet something felt so odd. You decide to listen intently a little. You clearly hear Tessa above the rest, the head medical officer has never stopped scolding Commander Deuce, ever. Briefly you hear a voice you've never heard before, its a big ship with a lot of people, but you know you would remember hearing this voice. You still feel odd. You hear Deadeye pretty well, her speech was rapid and unable to be understood, so you assume she had just finished a weapon design and was in her own zone.
Deadeye is most certainly a unique one! you joke with yourself, and to your surprise you hear a giggle. That's when you realize what was off in this dream, you could actually feel. In every other dream you've had you were always denied that fifth sense. In whatever this was, you could feel how stagnant the air was, and a terrible and immense power being held back by a barrier about to to be broken. Although you still couldn't see, you could feel how the look on your face looked like, and you only slightly died of fright when you heard the laugh of little girl in what you assume is in front of you. Well you know what they say about assuming, and you feel like quite the ass when the voice sounds from behind you with 'what is your limit?"The voice sounds more mature now. 'What will your role be? What . . .'"
Beaucoup respect if you know who Deadeye, Tessa and/or Duece are
