Another prank! This one goes to jboone93, At335, and Big Z1776 for their inspiration.
Wyoming sauntered nonchalantly into the residence halls of the Mother of Invention, looking around for any signs of life. It was 2 in the afternoon; any sane person would be awake and active with duties aboard the warship. However, did we ever accept that Wyoming was completely sane?
Making sure that nobody was around, Wyoming manually unlocked every room, rustled inside with something, and exited before anybody could notice that he had been in there for a very long time. Every room in that hallway was entered and exited promptly, and Wyoming left with a dark chuckle and an evil smirk on his face, anticipating the prank to come.
Later, at 2 in the morning…
No one was ever supposed to wake up the pilots that occupied the Mother of Invention. It was an rule comparable to the 10 Commandments, if you wanted to compare. If there was to ever be a subheading to these commandments, it would be that if you valued your life, NEVER wake up 479er in the middle of the night for something short of an emergency.
At exactly 0200, precisely 42 alarm clocks went off simultaneously throughout the Mother of Invention, catapulting its residents out of bed with mixed shouts.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
"MOTHER F-"
"DAMN!"
People poured out into the hallway in panic and annoyance, or were searching their rooms for the source of the noise. "I hate that!" York spat out as he rammed his head against the wall to dissipate the sounds of alarm clocks ringing in his ears. "Make it stop!"
The clocks turned off at once with the sickening crunch of one of their fellows. 479r walked out of her room, bedecked in fleece pants and a GRIFBALL t-shirt, with a murderous expression on her face.
"When I find out who did this," she whispered, "I will personally chuck that son of a bitch out of my Pelican in the middle of deep space." She tossed the remains of the alarm clock to the floor and stalked back into her room, Wyoming laughing his ass off as she went.
The next day…
"Mates, can you help me please?" Wyoming begged as the others left 479r's Pelican after their latest mission, while Wyoming remained on the ship.
"Sorry, Wyoming," Washington called back to the white Freelancer. "You shouldn't have pranked 479r!"
Wyoming sat as if glued to his seat…mainly because the sticky super glue belonging to the Director was trying to seep into the spaces in his armor from where they caked the seat and the backboard of 479r's otherwise pristine Pelican.
More to come. Thanks for the positive feedback! Love you all, and happy holidays!
anna1795