Do Engineers Dream of Electric Sheep?
Posted on Wed Aug 3rd, 2016 @ 11:14pm by Commander Fiona McCray
Edited on on Wed Aug 3rd, 2016 @ 11:15pm
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Mission:
Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 6, Sickbay
Timeline: 2265
After her rather flamboyant emotional Vulcan friend left Fiona drifted in and out of a drug hazed sleep.
Her dreams were filled with klaxons, smoke, laughing ridge faced nausicans and engine rooms.
In this nightmare versian of the Bonaventure she was the sole engineer working while fending off herds of inquisitive fluffy sheep. The sheep had a penchant for munching on wiring and the annoying ability to beam themselves around just as she was about to grab on to them and shove them out the door.
"och...stop thet ye woolie piranha!" she shoved one out from under the main console only to see a fluffy white rump disappearing in to an open access panel. She dove at it and grabbed two fistfulls of wool on it's rump and hauled backwards snarling.
"oot...oot of there...don't..." she yelped as she got a shock from the static the combination of wool and machinery worked up.
The petite woman's brow furrowed and her fists found her hips in and out of her dreams as she straightened and noticed there were three times as many sheep as there had been before.
"Where tha bluidy 7 hells did the lot of you come from?" she asked.
"baaaaaaaaaa"
The sheep refused to be intimidated by an expression that made most ensigns go rubbery in the knees.One of them calmly munched on the edge of a PDD.
Fi's eyes narrowed and she stared the troublesome ovis down. Her nostrils flared as she watched a weeks worth of data disappearing into the animal's mouth.
"ah bugger all" normal sheep didn't eat metal or give shocks.
Her hand fumbled the communicator out of her pocket and flipped it open.
"Transporter room?... lock on my coordinates.... thirty non humans to beam ooot...I dinna care where you beam em joost get these robosheep oot ov me bluddy engine room"
The laughter from the transporter tech woke her up. She frowned at the communicator in her hand and growled "bollocks" before slamming the innocent bit of technology's cover.
Looking around she didn't see anyone close enough to have overheard her dream paging or close enough to keep her from easing out of the med bed for that matter.
Very slowly and carefully she eased herself to her feet and padded barefoot out in to the corridor keeping herself upright by force of will and benefit of walls.
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