Lieutenant Wyatt Ral - We've got to find a way out.

[Jason Price]

((Living-room, House, USPS Showrunner))

Wyatt’s mention of the ship name had raised memories for Meris and Naledi.  He’d hidden the mention about an idea for a song and now he was having to think on his feet as the Agent was encouraging him to demostrate.

oO Damn what can I do to raise some more memories Oo

Meris: Sure, yes... I'll text my crush. 

Naledi: Slip Slop Crop Clap… Excuse me Meris, but how does one communicate with a restrictive force?

Ral: Oh who’s the crush?  You’ve had that many. 

Naledi: Tick Twig Slip Slide… Let us hear the song Ral.  

Wyatt started to play a tune, something that he remembered from long ago. He quickly put some lyrics together.

Ral: 

We’re riding through the Tangle where the strange things grow, 

Chasing distant signals where no one else will go, 

Captain’s gone missing and he’s not the only one, 

But the Thor keeps flying with her loyal crew.

:: a small instrumental::

Oh. The Thor keeps flying through the stars tonight,

Morro in Engineering and Sevantha Standing tall,

. If trouble’s out there waiting we answer the call.

 

Wyatt stopped playing as he started to run out of ideas.

 

Meris: That sounded great, Ral! And guess what! My crush says they're going to come to our performance tomorrow. Won't that be swell!

Agent B345T: Since little buddy is good at tests... maybe you could switch places?

 

Wyatt looks around totally confused at what was going on just waiting for the next stupid line to pop in to his head to recite.

  

Agent B345T: Oh! And maybe you can help them with their love confession!

 

Meris: S-sure... but for that I'll need to rely on a stronger instrument than just my trusty triangle.

Naledi: Slap Slop Crop Flop… There is no stronger instrument than the soul. Allow it to speak through your triangle, and you shall create art.

Ral: Oh this’ll be good.  Ding! Ding!.

Several seconds of fake laughter echoed around the studio.

 

Meris: This goes out to my crush... Trake Herrick Kreshkova. Or, THK as I call them for short.

 

oO Trake, Herrick and Kreshkova!  Has she seen them? Oo

 

Ral: THK? Please!

B345T: Response.

 

Meris: I call this "When the Stars Leaned Close"...

Meris: Meris, still as the winter lake...

Meris: Shaka, the walls falling... my calm undone at your approach.

Meris: Darmok on the ocean, his heart open to the storm.

 

B345T: Response.

 

Meris: So am I, THK - your name, a comet’s tail across my sky.

Meris: Uzani, his army scattered - my doubts retreat when you smile.

Meris: Mirab, at the gates of dawn - you, the light I rise toward.

 

B345T: Response.

 

As the song ended, Meris gave the triangle a hard hit.

 

TING

 

The audience erupted into applause.

  

Meris: Nailed it.

 

Naledi: Tick Snap Pop Click… It is glad to see it’s own advice worded. The Meris is welcome.

Ral: Yeah it was… really cool!

B345T: Response.

 

The lights came back up as a large curtain dropped down.

oO By the four I think I’m gonna go crazy here Oo

 

Naledi: Chirp Snap Crick.. Is it the end of the first act?

Ral: Please say it is, I can’t take anymore!

Meris/B345T: Response.

 

Naledi: Pop Snap Tick Crick… Ok, Director. Could you please let us renegotiate our contracts? It wishes for greater creative control.

I give a firm nod to Naledi’s suggestion.

Ral: Yeah, these lines are terrible.  It would be much more entertaining if we could do our own thing.

Meris/B345T: Response.

Naledi: Crick Snap Tick… What would you be willing to consider?

Wyatt was hoping Naledi had an idea forming as right at that moment he couldn’t see a way out of this.  They had no equipment.  No way of scanning their surroundings.  I suppose if they got creative control they might be able to access one of the computer terminals.

Ral: We need editorial control too.  We’ll prove we can put a show together properly.

Meris: Response.

From the agent's question it would appear that they might have picked up on Wyatt’s song and they were now trying to fix whatever damage it had caused.  He was hoping that maybe the others had managed to hear it and it triggered memories.

B345T: Response.

Ral: Previous episodes?

B345T: Response.

Meris/Naledi: Response.

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Lieutenant Wyatt Ral

Assistant Chief Engineer

USS Thor NCC-85852

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