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Posted on Sun May 7th, 2023 @ 2:03pm by Game Master
Edited on on Fri Jul 5th, 2024 @ 4:11pm

758 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Interdimensional Archives
Location: Guest Quarters, USS Righteous

“Finally,” Dae said as he turned to face the two men behind him, “are what we got in the way of quarters for you.” He opened the door to show the interior. It was, Talrian surmised, junior officer quarters. Shared living space, walled away privacy for sleeping quarters, and another door which presumably led to a bathroom, possibly shared with the quarters on the other side.

“Master Warrant,” Corvus said, as he glanced into the room, his hands gripping the straps of his rucksack. “He’s a captain, I’m a sergeant.”

“It’ll be fine,” Talrian interjected before Dae could answer. “We spent weeks aboard the Shrike, a few nights aboard this ship shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Yeah, right,” Dae said, sighing. “Okay, you got your replicator there, two beds and the common area and…” Dae gave a small cough, “showers are through that door.”

“Thank you,” Talrian said flatly. “It’s been awhile since we’ve been on a Starfleet ship, I might have forgot how the layouts worked.”

“Yeah,” Dae said. “Showers. There.”

Corvus entered the room, dropping his bag just inside. It’d be nice to be in a real bed again, and the idea of having real food instead of minimal rations was also appealing. A change of clothes would be nice as well.

“You doing okay?” Talrian asked the Master Warrant officer. “Seems people are a bit on edge.”

“Yeah, it’s not an ideal situation is it? We’ve got hundreds of people in stasis still, a station we have no clue about and we’re locked down here. You’re lucky to be popped out of the tube first, soon we’re probably going to have to start setting up cots in cargo bays.”

“It comes to that, Corvus and I can bunk back on our ship, give you a couple extra beds.”

Dae sighed, “Hopefully it won’t come to that. Your ship smells just as bad as you do,” he gave a slight smile. “Showers, there,” he pointed again. “Hopefully you’ll smell better in the morning. Me? I’ve gotta go take care of stuff before I can turn in myself.”

“Hey!” Corvus called, walking briskly back to the door. “Any limitations on the replicator?”

Dae frowned. “Why would there be?”

Corvus glanced at Talrian as he shrugged. “Cause your ship is trapped inside an alien controlled spacedock?”

“Our matter stores are fully stocked, we’re hooked up to the station, so that’s not a problem. So far, I haven’t heard of limitations.”
“Yes!” Corvus said, laying a hand on his abdomen. “I’m starving.” He turned away, grabbed his bag and placed it on one of the bunks before moving to the wall.

“Honestly, when isn’t he starving?” Talrian muttered. “We locked in here or are we free to move about the ship?”

Dae’s head cocked to the side as he regarded the Trill. “I can’t think of a reason to seal these quarters.”

“Okay then,” Talrian said, noticing the very careful way the statement was phrased. In a way he admired the neutral doublespeak.

“Oh, and get some commbadges would you? Just in case.” Dae threw over his shoulder.

Talrian sighed as he entered the room, hearing the nearly forgotten but somehow comforting sound of the door sliding closed behind him. It was undercut with the hum of the replicator activating. He saw Corvus taking a tray laden with a double cheeseburger, fries, several sides in bowls - to include a bowl of cherry chip ice cream with fudge sauce. “You’re going to make yourself sick eating all that,” Talrian warned.

“Yes, Captain,” Jeremy said as he sat at the small table in the common area. . “But gotta do something while I wait for the shower. And I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Talrian grinned and shook his head. He placed his bag on the remaining bunk. “Just save some replicator matter for the rest of us will you?”

“Sure thing, Captain,” Jeremy said after hurriedly swallowing a mouthful. “Though, I think my appetite might get better after we’ve a chance to clean up.” He grinned. “Lack of that particularly bad aroma from being cooped up in a shrike for weeks at a time can only help the palate.”

“I notice,” Talrian said, as he moved toward the shower, “it hasn’t slowed you down any.”

“Sure it has, I only got one double cheeseburger. I wanted three.”


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