Thex Writing Challenge entry

Posted on Wed May 2nd, 2018 @ 12:09pm by Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi

Mission: Curing the Black Blood
Timeline: The past.

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Thex was in a bad mood. She'd been in one ever since the ship had arrived at Tali Prime. It had been made worse when the M'Droarscia ambassador had been brought through engineering. If the chief hadn't been there when the ambassador had asked how much she would cost she would have floored him. Still, he'd sent her off to work elsewhere on the ship until the ambassador was off the ship.

Now having been woken up from a rather pleasant sleep during her off time and been sent down to the planet to help the locals fix there antimatter power station that was going highwire. After sweating her blue hide off getting the thing under control and wanting nothing more than to get a long shower the Andorian had found herself in the ships quarantine bay.

The intercom burst into life as the voice of one of the ships doctors filled the chamber. " Sorry for putting you there Thex. The computers detected you're infected with one of the local diseases. Due to you're species bloodwork it shouldn't do anything, but you'll have to stay in there for a few days. "

" Well, that's just great." She thought to herself as she slumped down on the seat inside the small room. She noted on how abrasive the doctor had been on what the local diseases could do. Still, they'd have told her if it was something serious.

Sighing she walked over to the disintegrator pealing herself out of her uniform and dropping it into the box. It vanished out of existence as she reached to the draw at the side and pulled out the packet containing the sealed white jumpsuit that was the standard for all quarantine bays.

Dropping the packet on the floor the Andorian stepped onto the sonic shower. She wanted this dirt and grim off her. The familiar sound of the shower filled her ears as she closed her eyes and just allowed the waves to clean her skin. Only when she could feel the elimination of all the dirt and grime from her skin did she open her blue orbs and step of the padd.

She quickly ripped the packet open and dressed in the white jumpsuit. It was course and pulled on her skin, but at least it was clean. Dropping down onto the bed she stared up at the blank white panels that made up the ceiling.

What was she going to do now? Now she just had to wait for her until she got the all clear like it was a sacred ritual she was forbidden from breaking.

The room had a replicator that could be used for food and drink and a few other items. They were impossible to hack and she should know she'd instaled the things.

Rolling onto her side she stared at the walls until the sound of her stomach rumbling caught her attention. Standing up she headed for the replicator and replicated herself a meal and a drink. Following that she also replicated herself a book.

Sitting back down on the bed she paused before stating her meal. There was on though that kept bringing her back to a feeling of happiness. Her promotion to chief of engineering. A few more mouths here and she'd be transferred to the her next ship. The USS Hera.

She wondered if anything like this would happen there. A grin formed on her face as she began to eat. Off course it would this was Starfleet after all.

The randomness was half the fun.