Lt Cmdr Naledi - Cannot Cure This

[Naledi]

((Naledi’s Quarters, Deck 5, USS Thor))

 

The corridors were dimmed on the lonely decks of the Thor. For once, Naledi found themselves not working the night shift. Taking the most of the opportunity, they burrowed into the depths of their foam ball pit. Each curve on the collection of tiny balls matched a section of their exo-skeleton perfectly, applying gentle pressure and acting as a form of massage.

It was so warm and cosy, the only kind of cooling that supplied their body was their antenna breaking the surface of the balls. Although they only slept fully once a year, they took dozens of micro-naps a day. A perk of their species was the efficient use of time, with such a short lifespan, spending the nights sleeping was a death sentence to productivity. Being this comfortable in a place that they felt was safe made them want to drift off and see where their consciousness took them.

A rumbling in their lower body immediately alerted them to another need of their species. Immediately, they wiggled their body through the ball pit, surfacing with the grace of a beached whale. Throwing themselves into a gold skant, they left their quarters as quickly as they could and headed towards the turbolift.

 

((Turbolift Access, Deck 5, USS Thor))

 

Thankfully, the turbolift appeared to be at the station with a crewmember inside. As they got closer to the soon to depart capsule, they realised that the occupant was no other than Lieutenant Dr Nera Ay.

 

Naledi: Crick Snap Pop, Halt the turbolift, Doctor

Nera: Response

 

The doors held in place as Naledi crossed the threshold. As soon as the computer registered that they were firmly inside the boundary the doors snapped shut and the capsule began to move through the ship.

 

Naledi: Crick Snap Pop Hiss Pew… It thanks you doctor. Turbolift, Deck Seven.

 

The pod shuddered, a loud scraping sound eroded through the space as the lights flickered then turned a low humming red.

Computer: E… E… E… E… Error 404… Deck No.. t Recognised.

Nera: Response

 

Letting out a small squeal, Naledi slowly looked over to the Bajoran doctor.

 

Naledi: Crick Pop Snap Tick Pew Pop… Does it know what happened? How to escape? It must get to deck seven.

Nera: Response

 

TBC

 

Lieutenant Commander Naledi

Director of Strategic Operations

USS Thor (NCC-85852)

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