Dorian Vengeance – Mice in the Walls (pt3)
by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ta'Amara Whitewhiskers
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This was getting irrating as Ta'Amara covered the entire maze of corridors and never once laying eyes on anyone. She came back across her previous markings only to find the damage she had done repaired. It was going to be interesting to say the least. Several days had past and she was lucky to find a small mainenance replicator where she was able to get food and water.
At least she was able to survive somewhat comfortably as shesearched for the occupants of the ship. By now she was convinced that they was either invisible or scared to face such a giant.
"Squek!" She swore softly as she made her way to her area that was her resting spot, only to find the stuff gone. "Squik! Little thieves, yooz are so much in trouble when Iz find yooz!"
She gotten no responce when she spoke. At least the living made some noise that she could hear. It was getting fustrating to say the least.
Tamara leaned against the bulkhead in one of the small corridor that she was becoming so familiar with. She was tired of running around on all four's. Her paw/hands were sore from the grated floor. She sighed and tore her unifowm shirt into two strips. Gently wrapped her paw/hands with the strips of cloths.
At least now she had her paw/hands protected to continue. This would make an interesting story to tell her off springs if and when she escaped this terrible ship's confining corridors.
by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ta'Amara Whitewhiskers
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| Title | Mice in the Walls (pt3) | |
| Mission | Dorian Vengeance | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Junior Grade Ta'Amara Whitewhiskers | |
| Posted | Fri May 21, 2010 @ 7:28am | |
| Location | USS Journeyman - Jeffery tubes |
At least she was able to survive somewhat comfortably as shesearched for the occupants of the ship. By now she was convinced that they was either invisible or scared to face such a giant.
"Squek!" She swore softly as she made her way to her area that was her resting spot, only to find the stuff gone. "Squik! Little thieves, yooz are so much in trouble when Iz find yooz!"
She gotten no responce when she spoke. At least the living made some noise that she could hear. It was getting fustrating to say the least.
Tamara leaned against the bulkhead in one of the small corridor that she was becoming so familiar with. She was tired of running around on all four's. Her paw/hands were sore from the grated floor. She sighed and tore her unifowm shirt into two strips. Gently wrapped her paw/hands with the strips of cloths.
At least now she had her paw/hands protected to continue. This would make an interesting story to tell her off springs if and when she escaped this terrible ship's confining corridors.