First Duty

[Gallus 0]

Galluskek walked purposefully towards the cargo bay, sure of his mission, his goal clear, the path laid out.

 

He would be fixing the energy manifold interface. No one could stop him.

 

It was his first true assignment from the pinkskin who vehemently denied that the 'house cat' aboard the ship was a slave. Westler, the name rolled off the tongue and hurt his antenae, a pinkskin name to be sure. Still, this 'Westler' was his new commanding officer, and the Andorian Central Command expected him to represent the best, the ultimate, the role model of his people. Not that it would take much to impress these backwards peoples.

 

Though Starfleet's choice of uniform colors could not be faulted, blue of course, it chafed his neck uncomfortably, clearly it was not designed to suit Andorian physiology. He would have to contact his tailor on Andor... if he could be bothered to design him a new one.

 

Prominent in his thoughts was that slave-thing, that 'pet,' it appeared to have swung at him, an odd thing for a domesticated animal to do, if it wasnt for the random turbulance experienced by the flimsy Challenger starcraft it is possible that his uniform would have been more than Starfleet azure. It is clear however that the addition of this insolent servant (not a slave, must remember) is an asset to the crew, her effectivness as a security officer cannot be denied, although she does not have what Earth literature terms 'feline grace' a grevous fault for one likely to be involved in numerous fights... perhaps a terrestrial assignment would be more suited to her abilities, although removing her from the Starship may require the services of a 'firefighter' who oddly enough, seems to serve the purpose of extricating felines from trees.

 

Perhaps a word to the captain would be necessary to quell this servant's rampant emotions.

 

Finally arriving at the Cargo Bay, he begins to search the crates and barrels for the repair parts. On the floor, dented, damaged, scuffed and scratched is the one he wants, a blue barrel marked 'Manifold Interface Repair Parts.' carefully opening the barrel, he noticed that every piece of technology was crushed, smashed, and disfigured.

 

The claw marks were evident. Everything, destroyed.

 

That cat would probably be executed by the barbaric pinkskins, but at this point he didnt care.

 

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<<Please be mindful I have nothing against Kansas Jones, nor her character, it is all in good fun, a misunderstanding, as it were>>

Edited February 26, 2007 by Gallus

[Kansas_Jones 0]

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<<Please be mindful I have nothing against Kansas Jones, nor her character, it is all in good fun, a misunderstanding, as it were>>

 

Of course, I also have nothing against Little Boy Blue. :-D No worries Gallus!

[Cptn Corizon 0]

::thinks they need to just put the Pork, the Bug, and the Furball in room and let them fight it out::