Ensign Tho’Bi - Paste-ees and Power Cells

[Tobi]

((ROOM 05-0799 – DECK 5, USS ARTEMIS-A))

The human drew a great breath in through her nostrils. He had often seen humans do this with replicated food, as though they imagined the food might be replicated inedible.  

Cole: ::taking a bite:: Go ahead, try it. ::with food in her mouth:: I made yours with Blueberries.

An Andorian’s antennae relegated odor, an inefficient test of fermentation, but he came from a highly ritualistic people, and ritual must be honored.

The Andorian leaned in close to the paste-ee and took a deep inhale through his nose. His nostrils were met with a sweet smell and then an uncomfortable, claggy texture that clinged to the inside of his nasal passages and stung.

Tho'Bi: ::alarmed:: Ah! It is like snow but sticky and sweet! 

He flared his nostrils and jerked his head one way and then another in an attempt to dislodge the invading substance. 

Tho'Bi: ::pointing wildly at Tricorder:: modulate the sticky snow!

Cole: ::grabbing at the Tricorder:: It’s ok, just blow the air out of your nose, while I do this. ::pressing buttons:: 

The Andorian’s nostrils rippled up and down as the Engineering Tricorder delivered a modulating pulse to his nasal passages, and two lumps of whipped cream and Andorian mucus dropped onto the floor.  

Tho'Bi: ::deep breath of relief:: thank you. 

Cole: ::nodding:: Your welcome

An Engineering wipe made quick work of the sticky snow lumps.   

Tho'Bi: ::matter of fact:: I will now try the paste-ee. 

He nodded as he chewed. He was at least accustomed to the texture of human food. It managed to be easy to chew and yet time consuming to do so. Andorians had no concept of comfort food. The Andorian swallowed deliberately and looked at Ensign Cole. 

Tho'Bi: Delicious. ::bows:: honour to your Aunt Rea.

Cole: ::smiling:: Thank you, I will pass your compliments on next time I see her.  

The Andorian simply bowed. 

Cole: ::picking up the power cell:: Sounds like I’ll have to source a replacement, or try and restore power to this. ::spinning the power cell in her fingers::

The Andorian sprang up once again, and bounced over to a storage locker, returning with the flat grey of a Universal Power Supply.

Tho'Bi: Now the ice has melted, we can safely charge the power cell.

With a dry crunch, one end of a long, chunky cable locked into place on the Universal Power Supply. Second dry crunch, cable locked into place on the power cell. Blue fingers dabbed across the Power Supply controls.

Tho'Bi: ::still working controls:: The mistake people make is charging the cell too quickly. ::taps initiate key:: it'll take a day or two ::shrugs:: but it'll charge.

Cole: There’s no real rush on this ::looking at the old communicator:: It’s not like anyone would answer it if we got it working anyway.

Tho'Bi: No, I suppose not.  

Cole: Response 

The Andorian stood and stowed his Engineering kit, leaving the Universal Power Supply to slowly charge the power cell. 

Tho'Bi: I have an EVA shift soon ::rubs eyes:: Shield emitters need changing out. I better sleep.  

Cole: Response

The Andorian turned to head to his sleeping quarters, only to pause and turn.

Tho'Bi: Thank you again for the Paste-ee ::bows::

Cole: Response

With that, the Andorian left.

Cole: Response

TAG/End of Scene for Tho’Bi 

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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