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Guest Laarell

"The Fangs are Unleashed"

The Science Lab was a gentle taste of home. It always called to her, even after the years passed since she had loyally served within its confines. That'd be something she'd be curious to examine on future occasion -- did people always develop an attachment to their first department?

 

But home... her real home... was so very far away. Many lightyears, a wormhole, and her increasing emotional strains separated her from her Orion family. Sometimes she started wondering if they were even still alive, still healthy -- still safe. Pessimism became gut-wrenching so easily, and was not helped by long stretches incommunicado.

 

Laarell crossed over to the terrarium, still prominently displayed within the Lab, and smiled at its contents. The cage's tenant instantly perked up, expecting a tasty snack to descend from the sky. Spoiled, spoiled pet it was.

 

However, now was not feeding time at the Excalibur Arachnid Zoo. Cautiously, hesitantly, Laarell removed the cage's lid, doing something stupider than going on a suicide mission into a Scorpiad stronghold.

 

She placed her hand in front of the orange bitey thing, and, holding her limb quite still, allowed the tarantula to crawl into her palm.

 

"So lightweight," she murmured, smiling as eight small feet started to make their ways across her hand, towards her forearm. She withdrew her arm -- spider and all -- and lifted the little monster to eye level.

 

"Why hello there, little friend." The Orion smiled into the beady eyes of her pet. "You're in a kindly mood today." Citrus replied by scurrying up her arm, causing her Orion keeper to shiver a bit. Within a few moments, she was perched on her shoulder, dangerously close to her face.

 

"Erm..." What did you do when it decided it was going to be your parrot for the rest of time? Did she look like a pirate?

 

Argh. Fear my giant hairy spider. It can't repeat what you say like Polly, but it can bite!

 

After a few minutes surveying the Lab from hits new, high perch, Citrus began a meandering stroll across Teykier's back, and started down the other arm. Exploring was fun! With a grim smirk, Laarell realized just how happy she was that someone on a Starfleet ship in the Gamma quadrant still thought that exploration was a nifty little pursuit. On the other hand, Citrus still did her fair share of warrior-ing. The spider'd earned her right to explore through staying alive -- through hunting -- and the Federation was doing the same. Funny how things were so much simpler from a friendly little bug's perspective.

 

Moving back towards her cage to put the critter back, she shook her hand slightly, expecting her pet to crawl back into her home and sanctuary, but no -- the spider had other plans, gripping her green hand with sticky feet -- and if she wasn't careful, likely a strong pair of mandibles.

 

Thus determined, Laarell relented, letting Citrus remain attached lest she be bitten. and keeping an eye on the little monster happily nestled back into her hand, she exited the lab, headed for the Bridge. Disturbed by the heinous motion, Citrus made a bolt back for Laarell's shoulder. Did she feel safe there? Laarell didn't!

 

It was late in Beta shift, and (much to the Orion's relief) no other senior staff was present. The looks she received from the non-senior crewmembers were enough to prevent her from letting her spider repeat her public antics, and Laarell inwardly groaned every time the tarantula assumed the 'I Bite Hard and Venomously!' pose when a hapless ensign passed by.

 

She glanced over a few reports sent her way, ignoring her pet for a few moments. So the nerds -- and a few other crew -- had gone horseback riding without her? She felt left out. But then again, attempting suicide was such a better pastime than brushing up on one's riding technique, was it not?

 

Yes, the Orion was still a bit sour in regard to that mission. Just a bit.

 

She settled in as comfortably in her chair as her spider had next to her neck, and sighed, starting to read up.

 

Was it possible that she could go fifteen minutes without arachnid difficulties?

 

A flicker of a leg flicking against her jawline answered her question. Apparently not. At least this one didn't have a stinger.

 

((Many heartfelt thanks to my dear little pet tarantula, Shelob, who sat on my lap for the writing of this log, and for teaching me the crafty ways of the arachnid so that I could make this piece a tad more authentic...))

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Many heartfelt thanks to my dear little pet tarantula, Shelob, who sat on my lap for the writing of this log,

 

 

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((Many heartfelt thanks to my dear little pet tarantula, Shelob, who sat on my lap for the writing of this log, and for teaching me the crafty ways of the arachnid so that I could make this piece a tad more authentic...))

 

^_^

 

I agree with Dox - :lol:

 

Nice (though spider icky) log Commander Laarell!

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