From: Jasmina Grosic (jgrosic_at_yahoo.de)
Date: Wed Jun 11 2008 - 13:56:03 PDT
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"Nausicaan on a Stick"
(continued from "129")
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Location: BFOV SHIV
Stardate: 2.80611.2110
Scene: Mess Hall
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P’Trella was in the kitchen
when she heard the voice of a very disgruntled Nausicaan complaining about the
food. She looked up from the Coltayin roots she had been chopping and stormed
into the eating area.
Suddenly Jobilo saw himself
confronted with an angry green lady. Even though she wasn’t physically
imposing, she was brandishing a mean looking cleaver.
“Is there something wrong with
your food?” She glared at him.
“It doesn’t have meat in it!”
He bellowed and flung the bowl to the ground. “I want meat!”
P’Trella looked at the
Nausicaan, at the bowl on the floor and the expanding greasy purple puddle,
then she looked at the cleaver in her hand and wondered how much trouble she
would get for cutting the Nausicaan’s throat then and there. Probably not a
lot, considering he’d provide a series of meaty meals for the entire crew. But
then she remembered that Jobilo was one of Daisy’s little playthings, and she
opted for her second most effective weapon. She dropped the cleaver on the
floor in a gesture of defeat and then her lower lip began to tremble.
“I am really trying my best to
feed you all with something nutritious and tasty every day.” Her body began
shaking just a little as the first few sobs, or snivels more precisely, announced
the drama that was to ensue.
The half-Orion dropped down on
the bench. She inhaled loudly through the nose and sighed. Then she sobbed a
little louder. “Ever since the replicator’s been broken I’ve had to make do
with whatever scraps were left in my pantry. And we ran out of decent meat
weeks ago. All I’ve got left is for the Captain and that damn dog the doctor
keeps. And I try so hard to make the food good nonetheless. And then you just
sit there, and complain, and throw it on the flooohohooor.” The waterfalls were
turned on all the way now.
Jobilo looked at the crying
mess next to him then he inspected his fingernails with great interest. He wouldn’t
say anything to her and make this worse. When women cried he just grew completely
bored. Waiting it out usually worked, as he had learned from experience.
P’Trella, who had been hiding
her face behind her hands up to that point realized there was no reaction at
all to her performance and stopped crying. “You’re not trying to console me?”
She asked in a tone of true surprise.
“I didn’t like the soup, I
threw it on the floor. I’m not sorry, so why should I apologize?” He kicked the
bowl with the tip of his boot.
P’Trella laughed. “Listen,
honey. There is a thing called manners. Now, I don’t care if you don’t like the
food I’m making, but you have got to learn to show people around you a little
respect. You won’t be able to get by on your good looks forever, you know.”
Now it was Jobilo’s turn to
look surprised. Was that woman mocking him, he wondered. But the smile on her
face seemed genuine.
“Tell you what,” she said as
she got up and picked the cleaver up from the floor, wiping the purple goop off
on her apron, “if you can get your hands on a nice piece of meat, I’ll prepare
a great meal for you. Steak, shish-kebab, you name it!”
Jobilo grinned, “Oh, I know
where I could get some meat!”
The Vissian/Orion hybrid
raised an eyebrow. “If you’re thinking of hunting down the doctor’s animal, you
better think again. I mean, you’re right, all animals are basically nothing but
an excellent source of protein, but the good doctor is rather *attached* to her
pets. And if you so much as think of harming one of them, I’m sure when she’s
done with you, we’ll be serving Nausicaan shish-kebab instead!”
Jobilo opened his mouth to
reply, but then the whole ship shook with the impact of being hit by a photon
torpedo. The bowls of half eaten soup that had been sitting on the tables all
clattered to the floor and the Nausicaan left the mess hall for his battle
station just as the voice of Daisy Byrne rang through the ship, telling
everyone to do just that.
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Location: GS-2
Scene: Operations
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“They’re not reacting to our
hails,” Lt. Ganesh reported.
“Lt. Stephens?”, Daisy asked
again.
[[We hit them pretty bad,]]
came Cochrane’s reply. [[A few more direct hits and their little ship might
just explode!]]
“Enage tractor beam,” Daisy
ordered.
They all watched as the
unknown vessel was slowly being pulled towards the station. After a few
instants, Lt. Ganesh said, “Commander, we are being hailed!”
“On screen,” Daisy said.
The woman whose face appeared
on the viewscreen was about to speak when she became aware of the face that glared
back at her.
Commander Byrne looked at the
woman who looked just like her, albeit a little worse for wear, and sighed. The
first thought that ran through her mind was {{How did any of my clones survive?
And if they did, how did that one manage to get hold of that ship?}} Out loud
she said “My name is Commander Daisy Byrne of the space station Gateway two.
And you are?”
The other woman just shook her
head in disbelief, then a big grin formed on her lips. All she said was, “I’ll
be damned. Birdboy told the truth after all!”
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Jasmina Grosic «jgrosic_at_yahoo.de»
Lieutenant Trella Palandora
Co-Chief Security Officer
GATEWAY STATION - 2
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