USS Nebula: Vorx
NEBULA
we went to D-Warp and a few other things happened. I am assuming the warbirds
were an illusion??)
Scene: Bridge
Lt.Cmdr.Dr.Frederic Vorx stood at his bridge station as the Nebula fell
from D-Warp. A suddent jolt in his stumac reminded him of the breakfast bagel
he had ate a few hours ago. The bagel wasn't all that good going down - he
hoped not to re-experience the flavor.
Vorx worked intensly to get his mind off the nausia. Percisly as planned,
he powered a survalance science probe for New Polynisia. "Probe ready for
launch, captain," Vorx reported.
"Launch the probe," came the order.
Vorx entered the launch sequence. As soon as his terminal indicated the
probe had fired, Vorx reported, "Probe is launched." Vorx watched the data
from the Warp 9.6 probe dump into his terminal. Everything was going as
planned until some of the data became scrambled.
Vorx opened a comm signal to the science labs. <Lt.King here.>
"Lt. King, are you monitoring the status of the probe?" Vorx asked.
<Yes, sir. We are having trouble getting a signal feed from the probe.
When it reached 100,000km, we switched to the lateral sensors for the signal
feed to widen our coverage. One of the arrays must be malfunctioning.> King
paused before he returned. <It is the port lateral sensor array again, sir. I
can send a crew to repair it.>
Vorx was all too familiar with the port lateral sensor array control
pannel. Unfortunatly, it was right above Commaneder Martin's quarters. As much
as he hated it, he reserved the task of aligning the array himself. The last
thing he wanted was to disturb the second officer... again! "No, that won't be
neccessary. I will make sure it is taken care of." Vorx closed the
communications channel and prompt the computer. "Computer, what is the
location of Commanders Martin and Talis?"
<Searching.... Commander Martin and Talis are currently in the main
jeffories tube, deck 19.>
Vorx considered contacting them to work on the problem, but the probe
would be reaching the planet soon. There wouldn't be time to leave the tubes
and get back to her quarters. The job had to be completed immediatly. He
signaled for a junior officer to take his position on the bridge and left.
With a re-packed tool kit in tow, Vorx entered Commander Martin's
quarters. After struggling with her heavy desk, he stampered ontop and pulled
himself through the access pannel.
The damage was immediatly obvious. From the chard walls, it was clear a
phaser had been fired into the chamber. Apparently, the blast had burned out
the lateral sensor controls. He crawled to the controls and flaked off
remaining bits of burnt carbon. With a flashlight, he examined just how
extensive the damage was.
A glint from the flashlight caught Vorx's eye. Rubbing away at the burnt
conduit wall he found a familiar image carved into the bulkhead. It was a
heart he had carved into the bulkhead with a laser-cutter. Inside the heart
were the letters 'F.V. + K.S.' He sighed over the memories the etchings
brought, and blushed over the fool he had made of himself in Lt.<jg>
Shoffner's quarters.
Perhaps the heart was nothing more then a fantasy of his. But to Vorx, it
was a fantasy he held very dear. He often dreamed of Katarina at nigt. They
would be walking alone on a beach on Watkit with the orange nitro-oxide waters
lapping at their feet. They were both bearfoot letting the acid burning sands
sooth their feet. Along a hill to their side stood the giant Vorx Mansion and
along the hill several Watkit guards to protect their privacy. Just outside
the ocean's breakwall, a gunship passed to keep away intruders and a houver
craft loomed overhead to ward off arial assults. Besides that, they were
alone. Just the two of them and the great beach that seemed to stretch
forever. Wrapped arm and arm. If not for the negative effects of nitro-oxide
sea water on human skin, he might throw Katarina into the water and start a
splashing fight. Instead, he was contempt just to walk with her. And, besides
the skin irrations on her feet and ankles from the sea water, she was happy to
walk with him.
He snapped out of his fantasy when he noticed another glint on the
bulkhead. Rubbing fiercly, he uncovered another heart. Oddly, this one was
marked 'S+DB'. It didn't take him long to muse who those initials might be.
But what was more concerning was - who wrote them? And what were they doing in
the conduit about Commander Martin's quarters? Vorx considered reporting this
to the captain, but then thought better of it. Then, there was a third glint.
As he rubbed away the burnt debree from the wall, he noticed the third heart
wasn't completed. The initials within simply read 'SM+' but nothing followed.
It almost appeared that whomever had started drawing the heart had been
interrupted.
Vorx pondered the third heart as he worked on the sensor control. Could
it have been Lt.Cmdr Mountbatten? No, of course it wasn't. Last he had heard,
Commander Martin was trying to fix Mountbatten with a blind date. He wondered
how the date had went and made a mental note to ask Mountbatten the next time
he saw him.
Vorx grabbed a burned control pump and removed it. As he did, a hydrolic
line snapped and completly covered Vorx in green goo. He chocked and caughed
to get the rotten tasting goo out of his mouth. It wasn't exactly the best
taste - especially with a weak D-warp stumac. The smell from the fluid was
terribly nausiating and the confined area concentrated the smell. Vorx quickly
replaced the pump and repressurised. The control pannel lite up and turned
green - the system was set. So Vorx climbed out of the access pannel. Just in
time too, he had almost passed out.
Dripping green goo, he landed on Commander Martin's desk. Blops feel
randomly coating several PADDS and personal effects that had covered the desk.
It became immediatly obvious that Vorx couldn't walk the corridors of the ship
covered from head to toe in green goo. The smell alone would disrupt the
entire crew. Climbing off the desk, he entered Commander Martin's bathroom and
stripped the soaked uniform off. He flushed the messy uniform through the
ship's recycling system and climbed into the sonic shower.
As the sonic pulses pounded his skin, the putric hydrolic smell lifted.
Green goo evaported to be replaced with pale blue skin. The sonic pounding
felt good. So good, that he turned up the intensity and let the massaging
pulses relax his entire body.
He didn't want to leave the conforts of the shower, but knew he had to
return to duty. Climbing out, he wrapped a towel around his middle to retain
the warmth. As he looped the towel into place, he realized he
had thrown his only uniform down the garbage shoot. He glanced in the mirror
and found a half naked watkit looking back. It certainly wouldn't be very
dignified to walk the corridors of the ship wrapped only in a towel. He needed
a uniform from his quarters....
A difficult decision came to him. Perhaps he could fit into one of
Commander Martin's uniforms. It wasn't like he was going to report to the
bridge or anything - he just needed to borrow the uniform to get back to his
quarters.
Leaving the bathroom, Vorx found Commander Martin's uniforms hanging in
a closet. There was a brilliant looking dress too - something he just couldn't
imagine Commander Martin wearing. Nope, he was certain of it. The Commander
would never wear a dress like that!
He was a little concerned that all the uniforms were command red (NRPG -
Ops wears Red - right? If not, replace with appropriate color). Red just
seemed to clash with his Watkit blue skin. It certainly wouldn't be very
stunning on him. As he held the uniform to himself and looked in the mirror,
he realized just how skinny Commander Martin was. Vorx was short and bulky
with muscle. It was certainly going to be a challenge to cram him body into
the jump suit.
Dropping the towel, he shoved one leg into the uniform and stretched it
on. The Commander's uniform wrapped tightly to his muscular leg, fighting the
efforts Vorx was making. He balanced himself on one foot and aimed his other
leg for the opposit pant leg.
Abruptly, the doors to Commander Martin's doors opened. Commanders Martin
and Talis entered with tool boxes in hand and enjoying conversation. The
converstion turned into an immediate screetch as Selene saw her room covered
with green goo and the naked Vorx standing infront of her open closet trying
to wear her cloths! Vorx quickly struggled with the uniform to hide his...
belongings.
Lt.Cmdr.Dr.Frederic Vorx
CSCIO USS Nebula
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