“Okay so this is going to be perfect,” Maybelle said to Ally as she looked at the hunk of square metal sitting on the floor of the diplomatic suite room they had appropriated. No one ever came down here or used these rooms. At least that is what she heard Mr. Bordeaux say to the captain one time in the mess hall. They had been sitting at the table next to Ally and Maybelle during lunch. The two adults were having boring adult chatter about things no one carried about except for the piece about the non-used rooms on the ship. It was that comment by the head diplomat that which caused Maybelle to do some exploring after school. Sure enough, Mr. Bordeaux was right. The rooms were ready for people but the smallest ones at the end of the hall had a dusty smell to it. That is why Maybelle claimed it as their clubhouse. It had everything the kids needed. A couch, bed, bathroom, console for watching holos, and isolated from nosy adults. What it didn’t have was a replicator. Maybelle solved the problem of getting a replicator when she met Mr. Drayke in the captain’s ready room a few weeks back. It had blown up. Probably because Captain Kelly as she let the kids call her wanted more coffee than it could make. Mr. Drayke was not helpful at the start. He asked so many questions but eventually, he just took it to the trash reclamation area.
Maybelle then was faced with a predicament. How to get it out of the trash reclamation area. It was insanely heavy and there was no way she was able to carry it. That was when Mr. Nash showed up. He always seemed to show up when she needed him. Mr. Nash said she was his shadow but sometimes the way he said, Maybelle wasn’t sure if he was happy or sad about it. That day however Maybelle was sure happy to see him. It took a little convincing but as always Mr. Nash, her best adult friend, helped her carry it to the door of her quarters. Maybelle didn’t particularly lie to him when she said it was going to be a modern planter for her foster mom’s herb garden. If she couldn’t get it running her foster mom would love it so technically it wasn’t a lie. Mr. Nash had met her foster mom once and after then, he never asked questions.
Mr. Mardusk was the most helpful of all of them though. Since Maybelle was not going to actually make it a modern herb planter yet, she needed a way to get it from her quarters to the clubhouse. Mr. Nash would have asked so many questions but Mardusk was Maybelle’s pal. He rescued her from the Marine work out area. She had tried to run the course and failed miserably. Since then Mardusk had been there to help her with all things physical. Now she was able to do two pull-ups. When she saw him coming down the hall, the large green Orion lent his strength to get the replicator onto a sled so she could get it to the clubhouse. He asked questions at first. He was after all an adult but Maybelle told him that it was for a science fair project. At that time this was also the truth. Maybelle did need a science fair project and if she could have gotten it running it would surely have gotten her and Allie an A. That was until the girls realized exploding volcanoes were more fun.
Now Maybelle sat on the floor with Allie looking at the replicator. “So you are the smarter of us,” Maybelle scratched her head. “What do we need to get it running?”
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