Secondary Student Mi'shune sh'Sonora - 'A Warm and Bratty Stormfront'
d.reinhart
sh’Sonora: Okay, now what?
Munshi: ::His hazel eyes darted across the darkened consoles, his brow furrowed with concentration:: Now, we find the atmospheric master control. We need to isolate the San Francisco district’s grid.
Mi’shune didn’t need her grand-shen’s psychic abilities to feel the intensity of Munshi’s concentration. It was phaser-beam focused, while hers was a laser pointer and she was a feline.
She was envious.
Munshi: If the computer is running on a historical weather archive, it’s currently trying to recreate a storm that hasn't happened in twenty years. We need to shut down the primary vaporators manually before the humidity reaches the saturation point for the life support scrubbers. If we don't, this entire deck is going to become a swamp. Mi'shune, see if you can find the terminal for the moisture collectors—your muscle memory might recognize the interface before I can scan it.
McLaren: This terminal is locked out too. What about over there, Mishune?
Mi’shune tested several key on the moisture collectors console, chirruping in protest every time.
sh’Sonora: Me three! I’m locked out too.
Sol frowned.
McLaren: This is all wrong... even without officers here to monitor it... the system shouldn’t be acting on its own...
While testing another console, Mi’shune’s open palm pressed into something squishy. She felt the squirmy substance ooze through her fingers, covering her hand in a sticky, nutty and sweet-smelling mess.
sh'Sonora: Ewwww…. I just warped into the grody sector. ::She pulls the sticky mess off her hand, appraising it with a disgusted eye and antenna.:: Peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Whoever was here left their lunch. ::She tossed the sandwich away and wiped her hand on the edge of the console.::
Munshi: Response?
McLaren: I also find it hard to believe that there would have been a storm that bad over the San Francisco district at any point in this station's history.
sh'Sonora: Yeah… about that… ::Mi’shune’s eyes locked onto an lcars weather display screen:: Does anyone know what happens when a warm front meets a really cold front starting from the other side of the station?
The Andorian was being facetious. Mi’shune already knew, as weather reports were important for her atmospheric flying lessons. Windy conditions for mild cases, and tornadoes at its most destructive.
Munshi: Response?
Sol frowned again. She ran a hand through her hair, toying with a strand of it for a moment.
McLaren: Ok... first we need to get access to the system... then we can start addressing all of the issues in commercial sector, including the storm, and the heat, and whatever other issue the system is causing.
sh’Sonora: There has to be a master control station around here somewhere, right? Then let’s find it!
Munshi: Response?
Her antennae twitched and sprang, hearing, and feeling, the presence of another in the area. A distant, mirthful noise, growing in glee and intensity.
Flattening herself against the wall, Mi’shune snuck herself to the corner. Peering first with an antenna, then with her eyes, she spied around the corner
Hunched over a console, slapping and stabbing at controls like an amateur at their first time on a musical keyboard, was a blonde-haired male in a Starfleet engineer’s uniform.
sh’Sonora: Hey! You! What are you doing?
The male figure froze and turned around, as Mi’shune emerged from the corner. She didn’t give the mystery male figure enough credit, as rearing to his full size he had a half a metre in height and a few dozen kilos over her. He could have been menacing, except for the look of brattiness in a smile covered in peanut butter and jelly.
???: What? I was bored! I thought there were games on these computers but all they got is some dorky weather simulator program. Lame!
sh’Sonora: ::Disgusted:: Ugh, seriously? What do you think you are, like five cycles or something?
???: I’m eight, STUPID!
sh’Sonora: I don’t care if eight is your IQ. Stop messing with the computers or else!
She saw the reflexive flinch of Mi’shune’s authoritative best babysitter voice, and for a moment she thought the gigantic human man-child was about to back down. Until he looked down at her. Way down. And smiled maliciously.
???: Or else what?! You can’t do anything about it! I’m bigger than you!
The man-child had that much going for him.
sh’Sonora: ::Balls up her first.:: Oh that’s it you little fu…
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TAG / TBC
Ensign Mi’shune sh’Sonora
Helm Officer
Starbase 118 - Ops Department
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