Posted Jan. 23, 2019, 11:19 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade James Grey (Chief Science Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)
The Transfer Shuttle Epsilon Pi dropped out of warp right behind the stationary USS Constellation. The pilot sent his access codes and asked for permission to land in Shuttle Bay one. Anyone that was listening in would hear an exasperated man doing his best not to scream at the Comms officer as he did his best to rush as much as he could. The Pilot was covered in whipped cream after an unfortunate incident where he opened the wrong case. The case he had opened belonged to Lieutenant Junior Grade James Grey, Certified Genius, and Scientist Extraordinaire. It like all of his Luggage was at least triple boobie-trapped with Cream bombs, Jack’s-in-the-boxes, itchy powder, and several other not such fun contraptions. Another member of the shuttlecraft had detained the Scientist after the explosion thinking him to be some form of criminal but when the creamy nature of the crime was explained he was to be released. However, quite by an unfortunate coincidence one of several Grey patented stink bombs fell out of his pocket during the shuffle and someone had stepped on it filling the limited space with the rather potent odor of an Andorian latrine rat. The subsequent chaos resulted in the scientist being tied down and gagged. He was gagged mostly because he would not stop laughing at a gaggle of Starfleet Officer attempting to run from a very smelly shoe.
The moment the shuttle doors opened a sizable group of people ran out of it at full speed, leaving their belongings behind for the moment. Also leaving the tied up and gagged scientist giggling like a maniac on the middle of the floor. A crewman entered when the commotion had mostly died down only to be hit by the horrible stench and running away but Calling to the tied up giggler to see if he was alright. The call was what James Grey needed to wake from his delirious state of laughing and crying, looking up at the crewman he smiled with his eyes and gave him a nod. Then he moved his hands in a deliberate manner loosening the knots with ease, standing up and removing his gag. “Don’t werry laddie, I’ll fix things right upp.” The tall Scotsman said with a wide smile as he grabbed his case, hit different parts of it whilst whistling a tune the Crewman didn’t recognize. The case opened and the Lieutenant removed a small modified hypospray, lifted in the air and pressed the button. The hypo was redesigned as a form of an aerosol spray. In a few moments the terrible stench had faded, replaced with a delightful flowery smell. James tossed the hypo to the Crewman “Now be a lamb, dear and find the crew that ran awee. Spray that on them and they should be fine.” He patted the lad on the back as he swaggered across the bay with his wide smile plastered on. His first day had a truly auspicious beginning.
Lt (j.g.) Grey - CSO
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