PNPC Petty Officer Stella Sparks ~ Caterwauling for a cause

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Main Engineering, USS Khitomer, Ceram Archipelago))

Thankfully, Stella had untangled herself from the bramble vines from hell. 'Least that was what she was gonna refer to 'em as for the end of time. There weren't no pigtail casualties, even though it done came close, and she practically tackle-hugged poor Lieutenant JG Zerva. She normally weren't so poor with the personal space boundaries, but when you done thought your end was gonna come from some strange alien strings, you tended to get real greatful. It was real convenient; she popped somethin' in his back that had been botherin' him. Happy accident and all. 

Michaels: =/\= Michaels to Ensign Lacy and Sparks. =/\=

Lieutenant JG Michaels voice cut through her memory of the whole accidental hog-tie thing. 

Lacy: =/\= I read you, ma'am. =/\=

Michaels: =/\= Stress levels have reached 95% of critical on hull plate TS-4276. We need to mobilize damage control team bravo to that location with emergency forcefield projectors to seal the impending breach. =/\=

Stella grimaced, twirling one of her pink tipped pig tails in thought. That sure sounded like a hornet's next fixin' to be kicked. Ensign Lacy would make sure they weren't space dust though. 

Lacy: =/\= Almost done here, Lieutenant. There next. Lacy out. =/\=

Michaels: =/\= Sparks. You are in charge of damage control team charlie. Get your team to hull plate TP-8914. The stress level is not as high there but we can not afford to waste any time. =/\=

Sparks: =/\= Loud 'n Clear Ma'am. Consider it done =/\=

Her team was actually workin' on checkin' the hull already, so any weaknesses would be plugged right away. 

Michaels: =/\= Michaels out =/\=

The commline closed, Stella looked at the isolated section of filament with a slight grimace. Best they could do was contain. Seemed the whistlin' she done seemed to...tame 'em? Whoever heard of music officiando filaments? Well apparently now. 

Sparks: ::in a sing-songy tone:: Oooh please little sucker's, don't go wrappin' around my leg agaiiin...ifin' you don't miiiiind! 

The last part came out just a bit too vibrato. A few filaments wiggled and she squeaked and jumped back. 

Sparks: ::still sing-songy:: I'm real soooorry I done offeended ::droping into a lower register:: yoooouuuu...

El'Heem/Eeso: Response 

Another squeak and a spin. Stella craned her neck way back, given how small she was and on accountin' on how big Mr. Lieutenant El'Heem was. When she first met him, she scared her down to her toes. She ain't ever met no Kressari before, and she was real worried he was too dang tall to see her. She'd already been stepped on a time or two given her diminutive stature. 

Sparks: ::brightening:: Well hey there Sir! ::leaning a bit:: And uh, Ma'am! Sorry 'bout that whole caterwaulin'. Seems these filament thingies like certain tones...I done the whistle for callin' the hogs in for wash day, but I weren't too sure if they liked anythin' else...::looking mildily bashful:: Um...Can I help y'all? 

El'Heem/Eeso: Response 

The tiny petty officer nodded real fast, makin' a right wiggle of her hair. 

Sparks: Oh you bet!! ::pointing behind her:: We's able to keep it mostly over there...I was hopin' to be able to get by, but I gotta admit I'm real scared of getting tangled in 'em again...

Her tiny body shivered with the unpleasant memory. 

El'Heem/Eeso: Response 

TAG/TBC

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PNPC Petty Officer Stella Sparks
Engineering
USS Khitomer

As simmed by

Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
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