A rather easy packing job.

Posted on Tue Jun 8th, 2010 @ 1:13pm by Ensign Daniel Daniels

227 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Transitions
Location: Ensign Daniels' quarters

Daniels and Lire looked in the shared quarters they enjoyed on the Orion.

It had apparently suffered decompression damage, when a Ghezun chewed away the support platform for the viewing hole that they called their quarters' window.

"Well, at least we won't have to pack." Daniels noted.

Lire frowned. "Poor Mog."

"You, and your strange pets." Daniels muttered, shaking his head.

"Shut up you. Why do you think I keep you along?" Lire asked.

"I'm not half as strange as your little monstrosity of a plant." Daniels countered.

"Questionable, at best." Lire noted.

The force-field which replaced a wall looked far too creepy for either of them to step too close to it. They looked around the empty mess, and sighed.

"No pictures." Daniels said. "They are all lost."

"No clothes, shoes, personal effects... even my cake disappeared!" Lire added.

They looked about the empty quarters, and sighed.

"It'll be a shame, leaving this ship behind. I was just starting to like it here." Daniels said.

Lire nodded. "At least we don't have to help out fixing the lounge now."

Daniels burst into laughter.

Lire looked over at him, an innocent look on her face.

"What?" She asked, trying hard to keep a straight face.

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Ensign Daniel Daniels
Security Officer,
USS Orion/Calypso

Lieutenant Junior Grade Myrna Lire
Assistant Chief Security Officer,
USS Orion/Calypso

 

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