Message: 2
Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 03:02:33 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] The Green Thing
MD 1:1815
Montana's deep frown and stiffened stride warned anyone off as the tall
redhead made her way through the corridors of the ship. The crew knew
the signals all to well, it was plainly obvious that their First
Officer was clearly miffed about something, and getting in her way when
she was in a bad mood was not one of the smartest things a person could
do. Especially if a person might be bucking for a promotion. The icy
greenish-blue gaze was a fair warning that it was best to stay out of
her way for now and any reports could wait. But as with any species
there are creatures great and small that have no such problem with
jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
**I can't believe you let her get away with that Red!** The black cat
purred smoothly falling in step with the woman.
The XO slowed her pace looking over her shoulder, then downward. "What
do you want?" Montana demanded caustically of the small feline.
**I will say you showed quite a bit or restraint. I am impressed!**
Montana rolled her eyes picking up her pace, "Cat, go away and leave me
alone!"
**Well you have to admit it was pretty foolish of her to talk to you
like that! But then she's a Doctor, so there's no accounting for brains
in that department!** the cat replied with a snort before continuing,
**. and she most certainly can't be trusted! Her kind never can! No
doubt she was lying!** The cat meowed sarcastically as the women
stopped to glare down at her.
"She wasn't lying, and don't you have something better to do?" Montana
quipped, ignoring the odd looks she was receiving from passing
crewmembers. And thus was the problem, either Miaren was a damn good
actor or just totally na=EFve which Montana was more inclined to
believe. So if the Doctor wasn't lying and wasn't working for someone,
then just what the hell was going on?
**Not really.** Petra's feline sigh rumbled in her throat as she sat
and gazed up at the woman before methodically licking the shiny black
fur. **And are you sure?** Her whiskers twitched in amusement as the
Montana emitted an irritated huff before walking away. Yawning, the cat
flexed its sharp claws then stretched languidly before trotting after
'her prey' of the moment. She knew the Doctor wasn't lying but poking
at the redhead was way too much fun. **You know things have sure gotten
boring around here. I suppose if I was green like some of your
crewmembers things might perk up a bit.**
Montana stopped dead in her tracks, a flush of anger crept to her
cheeks. Spinning on her heel emerald daggers glared down at the
Ambraxian. Pointing at the cat in a threatening gesture, "Don't you
even dare go near the Ferrans when they arrive! I'm not joking Petra,
if you cause the slightest problem I will kick you in the ass so hard
it'll turn you into a slipper!"
The cat stopped, surprised at the vehemence in Montana's voice. "Jeez
Red, talk about a spoil sport!" Sprinting in front of the lanky redhead
the little feline almost tripped the woman causing the First Officer to
let loose with a string of oaths. Deftly using her claws Petra pulled
open the nearest grate and disappeared into the metallic tunnel of
wires, her raspy meowing resembling something akin to laughter.
"I mean it Petra!" Montana yelled into the tube before slamming the
grate shut. Realizing she wasn't alone the redhead turned to find two
fresh faced Ensigns gaping at her curiously. "As you were!" She snapped
at them before storming off down the corridor. "Damn cat!" She muttered
under her breath. Petra sticking her nose into things was just one more
problem she didn't need.
Petra ambled easily through the maze of circuitry occasionally peering
in through slotted vents and grates like an owner checking on its pets.
Not much had changed. There were a few new faces but for the most part
it was as if she'd never left. Yet, there was something here that
wasn't quite right, something that wasn't here before, something
sinister within the very ship itself. When they'd first arrived back
onboard she'd sensed it immediately but had thought it might be coming
from 'the one' and his people as they adjusted to their new
surroundings. Even though they looked human they weren't, at least not
in the conventional sense of the word. Their aura was one of ancient
death and decay and it clung to them like a cloying perfume, a scent
she had grown accustomed to in her time on the planet.
But this was something different, not death so much, it was more like a
dark longing hunger of some sort. It permeated the very core of the
ship itself, pervading her animal senses with its strangeness. A
strangeness that had her stepping a little lighter, and constantly
looking over her shoulder.
Of course trying to explain to the humans that they could possibly be
in danger was silly at best. Everything appeared normal, there was no
real proof she could give, only a gut feeling and her own natural
predatory instincts.
The humans begrudgingly accepted her help when it was offered but had
never really taken her seriously, not really. They had however
respected her need for freedom and privacy and for that she was
grateful. She would never admit it openly but she had grown rather fond
of the Capricorn crew and had actually missed them in her absence. Even
though some were distinctly more irritating then others, she had come
to view them as her pets and found an odd comfort in being here.
Sitting behind the vent cover that overlooked the lounge the
greenish-yellow eyes intently watched the comings and goings of the
lounge employees and the crew. They were so complacent, so completely
unaware of the resident evil that lurked around them. No, they would
never believe her. It was best to just watch and wait. Time would
reveal all.
MD 2:1715
Moran was checking one of the security relays in a wall panel when he
saw A'Kora exit Engineering. A little smile came to his face as he
finished his task and wasted no time in catching up with the statuesque
woman. Falling in step he smiled, "Hello beautiful, and how are things
going in your corner of the ship?"
The Chief Engineer hesitated and scowled at the familiarity. Moran had
fully expected a dressing down but she just stopped and stared at him
for a moment before proceeding. "I have some questions you might be
able to help me with."
"Sure, what's on you mind?"
"I just had a staff meeting and the subject of green came up! I have
sent a message to the Exec asking for an appointment with her to
discuss the matter. But if I am correct you have been on the ship
almost as long as she has.."
Moran's head dropped slightly as he fought to keep the grin from his
face.
",,,,,,,and I thought you might be able to enlighten me as to this
ludicrous demand for 'no green' It is totally absurd and could
compromise the safety of the ship!"
He couldn't hold the smile back as he glanced over at her.
"Lieutenant, I don't see anything amusing about this situation. I have
researched the Ferran race but there is no explanation about their
aversion to the color green! It would've been more helpful if the
Department heads had been briefed in a more detail."
"Well, actually it's not really an aversion, and it's not about what
'is' in the data library, but what isn't.."
"And what is that?!" A'Kora demanded stopping to turn and face him.
God, she was gorgeous he thought as she continued in her usually formal
tone, "Lieutenant Orgola, in my opinion this is an inefficient waste of
time and manpower having the crew running around in this fashion! It's
absolute nonsense, there is green all over this ship, we even have
green crewmembers."
Moran chuckled, "That we do Ma'am," he answered formally trying to
match her tone, "and they'll be lucky if the Boss doesn't confine them
to their quarters for the entire visit."
"Would she..."
The Security officer sighed then nodded, "Yes she would if it meant
preventing another mishap like last time."
A'Kora's tone softened slightly when she asked, "What happened, or do I
need to research that also?"
Moran hesitated, how in the heck did you explain something like this,
or the fact that one green bottle of champagne and one green six foot
lizard damn near caused an intergallactic incident.. Actually
explaining it wasn't that hard, but trying to keep a straight face when
doing it was another thing all together.
"So just what is their problem with green?"
"Ummm.." He hesitated some more, showing a sudden interest in the tops
of his boots.
"Lieutenant?" The Engineer ordered in a clipped tone, obviously
disgusted with the whole situation.
Letting out a sigh he finally lifted his head his dark eyes twinkling
with mischief. "It's sexual A'Kora. If you would like to discuss it
further I'm off duty in 45 minutes. How about dinner? I'll meet you in
the lounge in an hour. Now if you'll excuse me I have a few more duties
to attend too." Without another word the Security Officer walked away.
{Tag: Rob - So is A'Kora up to getting some food and green sex talk.
:D)
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Commander Montana Phillips, USS Capricorn
*** Summary ***
MD 1:1815 Petra bugs Montana when the XO leaves sickbay after
confronting the doctor.
MD 2:1715 Moran runs into A'Kora and discuss the 'green thing' and he
invites her to dinner.
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