So not good

Posted on Tue Aug 19th, 2025 @ 5:48pm by Lieutenant Kestra Ral

429 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Children of the Stars
Location: USS Montana
Timeline: Present

On:
=== USS Montana, Briefing Room ===

With the meeting concluded Kestra picked up her PADD on the table and quickly as possible made her way back to the labs. That message had been way to crypted for her liking.

==== USS Montana, science labs ====

Walking Through the doors she frowned at the site before her. The science team was looking into every storage unit and container they had. “What’s going on?” she asked

Wallace Wilson looked like he had swallowed a bug or something equally unpleasant. His hand went to the back of his neck in a nervous gesture “its gone.”

Kestra frowned then took a deep breath letting it out again. Then repeated the whole process over again. There were times being around humans were very difficult. Their emotions were wild and untamed. Everyone was in a panic. So she had to breathe through their bombardment of emotions. Looking into the container on the desk she narrowed her eyes . “could it just be camouflaged?”

“No look at this.” He tapped the side of the cage and a little door way opened up. “Looks like we now know how it gets out. “

Kestra nodded “so it’s a modified container to make it look like one of ours. But why?”

Wallace rubbed his chin in thought. “probably knows the gig is up and went into hiding. Whatever it was up to.”

“it's still loose on the ship, we can't have it” Kestra frowned as she pulled out her pad. This report was going to make her sound Insane but she couldn’t let this go. An unknown being? Creature? Alien? Whatever it was on their ship. She sent a flagged report to the first officer.

“Keep looking for it and try different light spectrums. Think out of the box.” Kestra told them.

Wilson frowned “it is out of the box.”

Kestra raised an eyebrow that would do any Vulcan proud. If they could feel that emotion. OK Clearly she needed some coffee because tea wasn’t going to help in this situation.

Perhaps savage could help. He was bored just sitting in her quarters. The cat could hunted it down? Or the two might become friends and take over the ship. She tried not to smirk at that idea. Savage really did think of himself as ruler she wouldn’t put it past him.

She might as well just go and get him and that cup of coffee. An iced glass of Vanilla espresso. She nodded to herself with both decisions made.

Lt Kestra Ral
chief science officer
USS Montana

 

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