Posted March 14, 2019, 5 p.m. by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) (Emily S.)
It was a seemingly quiet night on the bridge of the Constellation, the odd stellar fog, a stray comet needing a quick nudge out of the way of a pre-warp planet but other than that, pretty boring.
Ensign Bob was fighting fatigue at the comm panel, his late night escapades from the previous evening had caught up to him and he wished for the life of him he could remember where that Llama had come from…
Bob gazed off into the distance, a mug of hot coffee kept threatening to spill as he fought to stay awake. He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to remember the girl’s name from last night that had been making eyes at him at the bar.
As he was lost in his sleepy thoughts, a loud buzz came through on his panel, alerting him to a message coming through from Star-Fleet. He jumped as the console in front of him chirped and proceeded to spill the entire contents of his scalding hot drink into his crotch. Yelping in pain he leapt up and started doing something akin to an Irish Jig whilst he pressed the alert to see the message details. It was a message from Admiral Ramirez for Captain Johnson. Moving on to a side stepping crab impression away from the dripping wet seat and console, Bob pressed his communicator.
=^= …aah…Ensign um Bob…ouch…to Cap…Captain Johnson…yowch! =^= he spluttered as he tried to shake some of the still piping hot liquid off his pants. =^= …uuh…message from…ow…Admiral Ramirez…mummy! =^= he squealed as a scalding hot trickle went down the back of his leg.
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