Truth is stranger than Fiction.

Posted on 2024, Wed Aug 28th, @ 12:33am by Commander MOO Richardson IX
Edited on 2024, Wed Aug 28th, @ 1:11am

1,110 words; about a 6 minute read

Moo did not aggressively seek out confrontation. His sole physical contact outside of the unarmed combat classes was in a turbo lift, when a momentary loss of artificial gravity due to a fault in Engineering had resulted in the turbo-lift spiraling out of control. During this event, the fall ended with his forehead colliding with that of the CTAC/CSEC. No charges were filed, as the event was labeled as an accident.

During unarmed combat training, the smallest person, himself, was usually paired with the biggest. In this case, it was usually an Asgardian with the name of Auggie McGruff. The person was 2.12 meters tall and weighed in at 195 kg. He made bulky people look weak, and had a shirt with a cartoonish figure dwarfing a shuttlecraft with the caption that read "The security Force!" This monster of a person was normally on the security fast reaction force. He also always protected the Captain during away missions, bar fights, or any time the captain went ashore. In all 155 matches, Moo only came out ahead three times. and most matches resulted in one or the other. or both following up with medical in the morning.

Moo had had a friend hack the computer records and found out that Augie was a heavy worlder. Auggie's hiding his condition was not only not fair, but was cheating. Auggie claimed if you were not cheating, then you were not trying. This had ended up with full contact, no padding, brawl in the mess decks that had ended up with both of them in medical. The XO had MOO transferred the next morning.

Moo was still waiting for revenge. Humans always said Revenge was a dish best served cold. They had such strange and unusual expressions. Some were good, others a mystery. He thought this particular phrase needed work. with ample time for planning, calculations, and plenty of time to let the victim stew in their juices.

For his going away party, Augie had given him a t-shirt that said
"Don't go away mad, just go away!" printed on it. Moo had not found an appropriate gift before he had been stuffed in a shuttle and dispatched on his way.

His uniform kit bag had been packed for him, by Augie. He did not trust it and would scan it thoroughly before putting it in his quarters. He had plans. not that he had patience, but he had plans. Humans were always talking about putting your aquatic fowl in a longitudinal formation. He thought herding aquatic fowl, would be a worthless time investment... Yes, humans were strange creatures.

He had arrived. The Shuttle docked with the USS Resolute on the Port side, and he walked to the hatch, looking for the green light showing the docking color was good, seals were in place, and he was ready to open the airlock. On the other side a duplicate indicator showed green as the opposite airlock opened. A Security person was stationed there, and came to attention, then put his hand on his phaser in the standard greeting came from the large human. With one hand on his phaser he said, "Good Evening, Sir. Orders Please!" Moo not wanting to startle an armed security guard just doing his duty, sat his Dity/kit bag on the ground, came to attention, and handed his P.A.D.D. to the security officer

The Security officer shook his head and gawked at him, re-reading the P.A.D.D. with his orders on it. It was claiming that this unassuming short person in front of him was not only a Klingon but the New Chief Tactical/Security Officer as well. The crewman checked the file against the ship's computer. When he got a confirmation that the orders were legitimate he said, "Yes Sir, Welcome aboard sir." The Crewman handed Moo another tablet, this one with the ship's logo on it. "Here is a ship's P.A.D.D. and you can use this to find your way around. The ship's computer will also allow you access to all control stations. Now that you have officially checked on board, your com Badge will need to be keyed to our network and security system. Please visit Security at your earliest convenience to update your badge, as only general and distress calls will work at this time. Welcome aboard sir." The security crewman saluted Moo and stepped out of the way.

Moo pointed to his kit bag, and said," Care to scan this please, I want to ensure that I didn't pick up any hitchhikers en route. Moo observed the Security person, grading him on his performance. The crewmember pulled out an overside security tricorder, scanned the requested bag, and with an alarmed expression; hit his badge and yelled "Security, Lattermire, Level XII quarantine field around deck 11, section 4a, we have hostile bugs in a personal bag, send the hazmat team asap to handle the object in question. Sir" The crewman said, "You have Parasites in your bag. Please back away from it." The security crewman waved the tricorder over Moo's body and then said, "Your clean, just your bag is infected, Sir. Those parasites are Trilorian Flee's, they are an invasive species. The get everywhere in the critical systems, Life support, warp core, Inertial dampeners and lots of other places. How did you get them? What was the name of the shuttle you were just on, sir? " Moo listened to the rapid-fire questions coming from the security officer. He was calm under fire. a good quality to have. Moo replied, "The USS Astoria, We will have to call the bridge and tell the bridge crew, that the Astoria may have a class V bio-hazard on board, and they should quarantine themselves ten thousand meters off of the ship, and hold position until cleared.

Moo thought to himself; Vigilance was the key to preservation. then said, "Good job Lattermire. I will be entering this into your record. Getting off to a good start if you want to suck up and impress your boss." Moo could not let his crew get too cocky, then they would become complacent. That was not going to happen on his watch.

Using his P.A.D.D., Moo hit the hail buttion, Bridge, Commander Richardson, I am your new CTAC/CSEC, WE have a problem on deck 11, get the XO and Captian away from deck 11. Treat this problem as a covert Security alert."

What would be happening next, the apocalypse... Or it could be just another Tuesday... meatloaf on the mess decks...Meatloaf was always a 50/50 proposition. you never knew which way it would go.



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Tags: Trilorian Flee, check in, CTAC, Class V biohazard

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