Lt Alex Storm - NOT Klingon Death Metal

[Karen Morris]

(( Quarters 1418 - Deck 3 - USS Artemis-A )) 

Alex squinted against the light held in the Engineer’s hand.  She couldn’t really make out his face in the semi-shadow.  Choosing to ignore that fact, she focused on the general vicinity where his face should be.

Storm:  Could I use a hypo?  Yes, but that’s not why I called you here. I’m beginning to think that the computer has it out for me.

Tarsan: It’s definitely not been the most… helpful for me either. Other than uh, the lights being off, what else has it done?

Storm:  For one, I’m wondering if the holographic masseuse used a greater intensity level than I programmed it for.  For another thing, the door didn’t want to open for me right away.  The lights went off after I entered my quarters, and when I asked the computer to turn them back on, it responded with, “The lights are on.”  I suppose I should count my blessings.  At least it didn’t start playing Klingon death metal.

The only part of Alex that didn’t hurt scrunched up as she said the last phrase. Had her arms not hurt so badly, she would have covered her ears merely at its mention.

Tarsan: Is that not your usual door chime? I know that we got hit by a virus from the Afalqi, it’s possible there’s some remnant behaviour left behind…

Storm: No.  You’re right.  That isn’t my usual door chime.  

Alex stopped.  One eyebrow quirked up in consideration of his second statement.

Storm:  So what you’re saying is that the computer could have it out for me because it’s sick?  Well, of course, it must be sick if it wants to play games with me like it has been.

Tarsan: Well, the first thing to do is get your lights back on, then we can worry about the rest. ::pausing, squinting through the dark at Alex:: The Artemis doesn’t have any… history of computer problems, does it?

Tarsan stood and apparently knew exactly where he was headed.

Storm: Not since I came aboard - at least not that I’m aware of.

Alex would have shamelessly gawked at him working if she could have seen him.  It would have been less unpleasant than lying on the couch staring into the void.

Tarsan:  Response

She raised her volume and called over the back of the couch...

Storm: I’d offer you something from the replicator, but as I see it, there are two problems with that. 

Tarsan: Response

Storm:  Well, number one. I’m not getting up off this couch for at least forty-eight hours - or until my muscles relax.  And two, as it stands, it might try to poison one or both of us.

In the absence of light and a line of sight to the Engineer, Alex opted to listen to the ruckus going on behind her wall panel

Tarsan:  Response

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Tags / TBC!

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Lt Alex Storm

Tactical Officer

USS Artemis

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