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Going Postal- Chapter 2
Peter of the Bright Pink Socks joins the Space Cadet.
Ensign Chekov was one very tired navigator. He had been in his room for two hours now, and that was probably a record for him this week. He had been on call for the last three days, and BOY had they called!
"Chekov do this! Chekov do that!" he ranted as he threw articles of clothing out of his drawer searching for his favorite flannel socks. "Chekov change course! Chekov analyze the ion storm! Vell I hev had enough! I'll give them something to analyze!
It appeared that Chekov was also in a very bad mood. He decided that what he needed was a nice big plate of Kasha to calm his nerves. He moved toward his door, and when it opened, he met a freight train of people running by and screaming. A moment later, Lt. Stanton came around the corner holding a sword like a samurai warrior."
"AAIIEEEEE!"
Silently, Chekov let his door slide shut on the chaos outside.
/Ok, he thought, time to relax; now you are starting to see things/
He sat down at his desk and put on his socks, which had once been red, but had accidentally been bleached when Lt. Uhura hadn't been paying attention and had put them in the fabricator with her white socks. Neither of them had been happy with pink socks, but their uniform boots covered up the color, and Chekov wasn't one to waste perfectly good socks.
He called up the book he had been reading about Peter the Great, and turned on his screen. The book was just getting good, Peter had just joined the Great Northern Alliance in preparation for an invasion of Sweden. Chekov looked at his screen, but instead of the Great Russian Tzar, he saw…………… Colors.
"OOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Fumbling and moaning, he managed to turn off the screen. He rubbed his eyes and staggered over to his dresser. His eyes were purple.
"We will soon put the rebellion down," he growled to himself, "I am not the Emperor of all the Russias for nothing!"
With is purple eyes and pink socks, he staggered, half dressed, out the door.
………………………………………………………………………
Two Minutes Later
(In Sickbay)
"Ok, extend your third finger. Mmhmm. Ok, now the other two. Alright, looks good, there is no stiffness there?"
Nurse Chapel looked into the exam area and smiled. Her two favorite non- humans were at it again. Just like the Captain and Dr. McCoy, these two had a special relationship that was expressed through jokes, loyalty, friendship, and an intense hatred of physicals.
"Now, raise your arm and twist your wrist."
"In my culture that is the equivalent of flicking someone off. Are you sure you want me to do that."
"Yes, sickbay physicals are non-culture specific."
As usual, Dr. Serita, a small Corellian Doctor that had joined the crew at the same time Captain Kirk had, was all business and no fun. She took her work seriously as a Doctor and as Chief botanist of the Enterprise, and never let herself stray from her professional manner while on duty. She still blushed when someone mentioned her accident with the liquid aspirin. They still hadn't figured out how she had gotten exposed to it, but the events of that day were fuzzy in everyone's mind.
Today she was examining Charmega, Chapel's favorite seven-foot tall dragon lady. Charmega was sitting on the edge of an examining table, swinging her legs and beating her wings in a rapid motion, a product of nervousness over the physical and the twenty-ounce Mountain Dew in her hand. She had all the symptoms of massive attention deficit disorder, and only those who knew her better, and knew her species, understood the special talents she really had.
"Can't you see with out that little beeping thingy that I am perfectly OK!"
"Hey, gimme that!"
The scanner Dr. Serita had been using to examine her was now hovering near the ceiling.
Dr. Serita jumped up and down, trying to grab it but Charmega, using her psychokinetic powers, would always keep it a few inched out of her reach. Dr. Serita frowned at her patient, knowing what Charmega was trying to get her to do, and it seemed that if she wanted her scanner back she would have to do it. She kneeled low to the ground and sprung into the air. Beating her wings rapidly and steadily to avoid the low ceiling of sickbay, she flew toward her scanner. Charmega began to move the little object around, and soon the dragon lady began rolling on the ground with laughter carefully so as not to burn anything with her fiery tail, as she watched the doctor chase the scanner all over the room.
"Char, this isn't very funny."
"Sez who!"
"Come on, stop playing around. Give me my scanner."
"Say uncle."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Say it."
"Uncle."
"Ok." The scanner slowly floated to the ground and the air bound Doctor followed it.
"I still think you should fly more around the crew." Said Char, "It's cool."
"Why do you want me to exhibit such a scene all of the time. Nobody else flies, why should I."
"Because you can, that's why."
"I can walk too. At the moment that is what I wish to remain doing if you don't mind."
"Oh, self conscious aren't we!"
"Stop fooling around. We have to test your E and P ratings now."
"Oooh fun."
"If you say so. Now concentrate, tell me what is going to happen a minute from now."
"This is where Chapel came in. She had been waiting outside the door so Charmega could predict her entry into the room. Frequent testing of Charmega's clairvoyance helped them to chart her progress. With the help of tutoring lessons from Mr. Spock she was extending her range of sight into the future at a slow but constant rate. According to her teacher, it was a highly fascinating phenomenon.
"OK, tell me."
"Hang on, I'm concentrating. Wait a second… Oh my gosh, are you sure you want to hear this!"
"Um, yes."
"In the next minute there will be a general alert. Be aware of Lt. Stanton, armed and dangerous. Then Peter the Great will charge through that door with pink socks and declare himself ruler and protector of the Enterprise. Then he will steal your hypo spray and run out and you and I will follow."
Charmega opened her eyes and looked at the dumbfounded Doctor.
"Are you in shape for a big chase, we may get a lot of exercise over the next few hours. You might want to stretch out or something."
"WHAT!!!"
(Over the comm.) "Attention all crew members. Be on alert for Lt. Stanton. She is considered armed and dangerous. Do not try and subdue her. Notify security and avoid all contact."
"Wahahahaha!" cried Chekov as he burst into the room, "I am the Great Peter the Great, Great Emperor and Benevolent ruler of this ship. Bow to ME!"
"Chekov, what the heck!"
The deranged Ensign pushed Dr. Serita into Charmega, and stole a hypo spray. He then shot out of the door proclaiming his intentions to kill all of the infidels on deck seventeen. Charmega looked at Serita as the rushed out the door.
"Hah, I told you so."
Author note: thanks for the cameo info Charmega! Anyone else want in, I have auditions for maybe two more minor roles, but only two, I have some surprises of my own coming up. I don't own Mt. Dew, nor (I am sorry to admit) do I drink it. I tried it once and now have two-hour blank spot in my memory for that day. Anyhoo. Read and review. I'm getting good stuff! (Please put Cameo stuff on the review board, I am currently experiencing a lot of annoying technical difficulties with my e-mail)
Going Postal- Chapter 2
Peter of the Bright Pink Socks joins the Space Cadet.
Ensign Chekov was one very tired navigator. He had been in his room for two hours now, and that was probably a record for him this week. He had been on call for the last three days, and BOY had they called!
"Chekov do this! Chekov do that!" he ranted as he threw articles of clothing out of his drawer searching for his favorite flannel socks. "Chekov change course! Chekov analyze the ion storm! Vell I hev had enough! I'll give them something to analyze!
It appeared that Chekov was also in a very bad mood. He decided that what he needed was a nice big plate of Kasha to calm his nerves. He moved toward his door, and when it opened, he met a freight train of people running by and screaming. A moment later, Lt. Stanton came around the corner holding a sword like a samurai warrior."
"AAIIEEEEE!"
Silently, Chekov let his door slide shut on the chaos outside.
/Ok, he thought, time to relax; now you are starting to see things/
He sat down at his desk and put on his socks, which had once been red, but had accidentally been bleached when Lt. Uhura hadn't been paying attention and had put them in the fabricator with her white socks. Neither of them had been happy with pink socks, but their uniform boots covered up the color, and Chekov wasn't one to waste perfectly good socks.
He called up the book he had been reading about Peter the Great, and turned on his screen. The book was just getting good, Peter had just joined the Great Northern Alliance in preparation for an invasion of Sweden. Chekov looked at his screen, but instead of the Great Russian Tzar, he saw…………… Colors.
"OOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Fumbling and moaning, he managed to turn off the screen. He rubbed his eyes and staggered over to his dresser. His eyes were purple.
"We will soon put the rebellion down," he growled to himself, "I am not the Emperor of all the Russias for nothing!"
With is purple eyes and pink socks, he staggered, half dressed, out the door.
………………………………………………………………………
Two Minutes Later
(In Sickbay)
"Ok, extend your third finger. Mmhmm. Ok, now the other two. Alright, looks good, there is no stiffness there?"
Nurse Chapel looked into the exam area and smiled. Her two favorite non- humans were at it again. Just like the Captain and Dr. McCoy, these two had a special relationship that was expressed through jokes, loyalty, friendship, and an intense hatred of physicals.
"Now, raise your arm and twist your wrist."
"In my culture that is the equivalent of flicking someone off. Are you sure you want me to do that."
"Yes, sickbay physicals are non-culture specific."
As usual, Dr. Serita, a small Corellian Doctor that had joined the crew at the same time Captain Kirk had, was all business and no fun. She took her work seriously as a Doctor and as Chief botanist of the Enterprise, and never let herself stray from her professional manner while on duty. She still blushed when someone mentioned her accident with the liquid aspirin. They still hadn't figured out how she had gotten exposed to it, but the events of that day were fuzzy in everyone's mind.
Today she was examining Charmega, Chapel's favorite seven-foot tall dragon lady. Charmega was sitting on the edge of an examining table, swinging her legs and beating her wings in a rapid motion, a product of nervousness over the physical and the twenty-ounce Mountain Dew in her hand. She had all the symptoms of massive attention deficit disorder, and only those who knew her better, and knew her species, understood the special talents she really had.
"Can't you see with out that little beeping thingy that I am perfectly OK!"
"Hey, gimme that!"
The scanner Dr. Serita had been using to examine her was now hovering near the ceiling.
Dr. Serita jumped up and down, trying to grab it but Charmega, using her psychokinetic powers, would always keep it a few inched out of her reach. Dr. Serita frowned at her patient, knowing what Charmega was trying to get her to do, and it seemed that if she wanted her scanner back she would have to do it. She kneeled low to the ground and sprung into the air. Beating her wings rapidly and steadily to avoid the low ceiling of sickbay, she flew toward her scanner. Charmega began to move the little object around, and soon the dragon lady began rolling on the ground with laughter carefully so as not to burn anything with her fiery tail, as she watched the doctor chase the scanner all over the room.
"Char, this isn't very funny."
"Sez who!"
"Come on, stop playing around. Give me my scanner."
"Say uncle."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Say it."
"Uncle."
"Ok." The scanner slowly floated to the ground and the air bound Doctor followed it.
"I still think you should fly more around the crew." Said Char, "It's cool."
"Why do you want me to exhibit such a scene all of the time. Nobody else flies, why should I."
"Because you can, that's why."
"I can walk too. At the moment that is what I wish to remain doing if you don't mind."
"Oh, self conscious aren't we!"
"Stop fooling around. We have to test your E and P ratings now."
"Oooh fun."
"If you say so. Now concentrate, tell me what is going to happen a minute from now."
"This is where Chapel came in. She had been waiting outside the door so Charmega could predict her entry into the room. Frequent testing of Charmega's clairvoyance helped them to chart her progress. With the help of tutoring lessons from Mr. Spock she was extending her range of sight into the future at a slow but constant rate. According to her teacher, it was a highly fascinating phenomenon.
"OK, tell me."
"Hang on, I'm concentrating. Wait a second… Oh my gosh, are you sure you want to hear this!"
"Um, yes."
"In the next minute there will be a general alert. Be aware of Lt. Stanton, armed and dangerous. Then Peter the Great will charge through that door with pink socks and declare himself ruler and protector of the Enterprise. Then he will steal your hypo spray and run out and you and I will follow."
Charmega opened her eyes and looked at the dumbfounded Doctor.
"Are you in shape for a big chase, we may get a lot of exercise over the next few hours. You might want to stretch out or something."
"WHAT!!!"
(Over the comm.) "Attention all crew members. Be on alert for Lt. Stanton. She is considered armed and dangerous. Do not try and subdue her. Notify security and avoid all contact."
"Wahahahaha!" cried Chekov as he burst into the room, "I am the Great Peter the Great, Great Emperor and Benevolent ruler of this ship. Bow to ME!"
"Chekov, what the heck!"
The deranged Ensign pushed Dr. Serita into Charmega, and stole a hypo spray. He then shot out of the door proclaiming his intentions to kill all of the infidels on deck seventeen. Charmega looked at Serita as the rushed out the door.
"Hah, I told you so."
Author note: thanks for the cameo info Charmega! Anyone else want in, I have auditions for maybe two more minor roles, but only two, I have some surprises of my own coming up. I don't own Mt. Dew, nor (I am sorry to admit) do I drink it. I tried it once and now have two-hour blank spot in my memory for that day. Anyhoo. Read and review. I'm getting good stuff! (Please put Cameo stuff on the review board, I am currently experiencing a lot of annoying technical difficulties with my e-mail)