Dorian Vengeance – Mice in the Walls (prt 2)
by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ta'Amara Whitewhiskers
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Ta'Amara twitched abit and then slowly stirred. Eyes opening and looking around confused, unsure how she got where she was. She saw the exposed conduits, circuit relays and fiber optics along the walls and cieling.
"Squeak?" Ta'Amara looked around, sitting up carefully as she felt the grating under paw/hand and looked down to see through the grating a major power conduit. She blinked a few times and shifted so she could move, trying to think how she had gotten there.
It was an unusual ship to have such small corridors and exposed conduits and power grid along with various relays. Did the crew realize this was a dangerious situation to be like this? They must be midgets to traverse these corridors without coming to harm.
Ta'Amara's strength returned along with motor control after her breif contact with electricity and began to move along the corridor. She looked down other passages ways that crossed this one. Only corridors that she could traverse was the ones that went vertical with easy comfort and speed. It was awkward to say the least.
She wondered why Starfleet built such ships with tiny corridors. Unless it was for a small species like the Binaries. She frowned abit as she crawled along another corridor. She shuddered as she thought of the Ferengi.
"Oh Squeak no! Even these corridors are to small for them!" Ta'Amara muttered, coming to a stop and resting. "Iz am gonna be late in reporting. Maybe the Captian will come looking for mez or send a security crew....Squeakies! being part of a midget crew! Squeak! Mez luck sure has changed!"
Ta'Amara heard a noise uphead and coming from a side corridor and hurried to see what the noise was. As she peeked around the corner into a cross corridor. There was nothing there. She sighed as she was getting sore from crawling around in these too small sized corridors and very confused as she getting more and more lost.
After awhile, she realized that she was getting to know these small corridors and they was becoming familiar. It was getting very fustrating not seeing any of the crew and her combadge had decided to quit working.
She was in a fine mess of a situation. She just hoped that the Captian didn't realize that she was late and missing in reporting in for duty. All because of the supply ship in a hurry to get the supplies transfered over and the senior transporter chief was intoxicated on duty. Now she was suffering for his mistake.
by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ta'Amara Whitewhiskers
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| Title | Mice in the Walls (prt 2) | |
| Mission | Dorian Vengeance | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Junior Grade Ta'Amara Whitewhiskers | |
| Posted | Fri Jan 29, 2010 @ 9:58am | |
| Location | USS Journeyman Jefferies Tubes | |
| Timeline | current | |
| Tag | open tag |
"Squeak?" Ta'Amara looked around, sitting up carefully as she felt the grating under paw/hand and looked down to see through the grating a major power conduit. She blinked a few times and shifted so she could move, trying to think how she had gotten there.
It was an unusual ship to have such small corridors and exposed conduits and power grid along with various relays. Did the crew realize this was a dangerious situation to be like this? They must be midgets to traverse these corridors without coming to harm.
Ta'Amara's strength returned along with motor control after her breif contact with electricity and began to move along the corridor. She looked down other passages ways that crossed this one. Only corridors that she could traverse was the ones that went vertical with easy comfort and speed. It was awkward to say the least.
She wondered why Starfleet built such ships with tiny corridors. Unless it was for a small species like the Binaries. She frowned abit as she crawled along another corridor. She shuddered as she thought of the Ferengi.
"Oh Squeak no! Even these corridors are to small for them!" Ta'Amara muttered, coming to a stop and resting. "Iz am gonna be late in reporting. Maybe the Captian will come looking for mez or send a security crew....Squeakies! being part of a midget crew! Squeak! Mez luck sure has changed!"
Ta'Amara heard a noise uphead and coming from a side corridor and hurried to see what the noise was. As she peeked around the corner into a cross corridor. There was nothing there. She sighed as she was getting sore from crawling around in these too small sized corridors and very confused as she getting more and more lost.
After awhile, she realized that she was getting to know these small corridors and they was becoming familiar. It was getting very fustrating not seeing any of the crew and her combadge had decided to quit working.
She was in a fine mess of a situation. She just hoped that the Captian didn't realize that she was late and missing in reporting in for duty. All because of the supply ship in a hurry to get the supplies transfered over and the senior transporter chief was intoxicated on duty. Now she was suffering for his mistake.