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Babysitting a Baby Rock

Posted April 4, 2021, 5:57 p.m. by Chief Petty Officer Tony (Ship's Work Crew) (William Deaton)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Babysitting a Baby Rock

Zarcal stood there with his mouth agape. Now no one would be able to tell that but his jaw was still slack nonetheless. He turned to Brenna and said, “Lieutenant Commander may I ask you to take charge of Rhyolite? We will have a conversation later. Right now I need to address the multitude of errors that I didn’t think needed to be discussed outside of a middle school level course on how not to run a ship…” He opened the lid to the carrier and whispered, “Alright Rhyolite, daddy has to yell at a lot of people over some very stupid errors ok buddy? Ms. Breena is going to take good care of you and I’ll see you in a bit.” He closed the lid as the little Horta gurgled and cooed back. He pulled the sling off of his torso and handed it to his COP.
Zarcal, CO

Brenna nodded taking the sling and settling it across herself. She murmured soft nonsensical baby talk to Rhyolite as she headed for the turbolift. He couldn’t hear her with the lid closed but he could hear her thoughts that matched the nonsense she was babbling. She stepped into the lift and headed down to her office. The hatchery was still set up and a perfect place for Rhyolite to play. Once the doors closed she popped the lid and dropped a few geological treats in for him. “Ahhh… don’t tell your daddy. He won’t let me spoil you if he finds out.” She closed the lid to happy Horta baby coos. She entered the pet emporium and headed down the back hallway to the hatchery. Donning protective gloves, Brenna lifted Rhyolite out of the carrier and put him in the middle of the rock pile. She walked to the door and called out, “Tony and Tony! We’d fits work to do!” Oh man she was starting to pick up their speech patterns. She turned back to make sure the baby was secure and grinned. “You are so cute, yes you are. I am going to spoil you rotten.”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Off to the side, a sharp ‘bang’ sounded from behind the metal-panel wall. One of the panels flung open; revealing a scowling Tony sitting inside a hollowed-out section; complete with small table and overflowing ashtray. “Ay; we on break! Dis better be important!” Her eyes landed on the small critter, and her attitude immediately changed. “Oh dang, dat’s a damn cute little bugger; whachu need, boss?” Clambering out of the cubby, she kicked the hatch closed behind her and approached the rock pile.

‘Little’ Tony ambled through the door; covering up a yawn and lighting a cigarette simultaneously. Absentmindedly, he wandered over to the replicator; muttering indistinctly about coffee. “Tony. Hey, Tony! TONY!” As Slick Tony’s calls rose to a shout, Little Tony slowly turned around; blinking a few times before registering the scene before him. “Oh uh; sorry, I was takin’ a nap. Is dat da Captain’s uh..... whachu callit? Horta, right?” Scratching his head in confusion, he eyed up the rock pile in the middle of the floor. “So uh, is dat where it lives now?

-HoT


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