SD 10/16/04 - "The Naked Truth" Just when you thought you had seen it all ...
It's been a few weeks since Megas-Tu, and the ship has gone back to it's "normal" rate of malfunctions and glitches. Lott managed to get the computer back to shape quicker than she first feared, though it's merely back to the level it was before this supposed sabotage. I still don't know who did it. Of the hamster which the confinment of this "entity" behind the malfunctions was tied to it's life energy, we tried putting in in stasis. It ddn't work. We were monitoring the computer the whole time, and the containment was collapsing! It resumed when we halted the project.
Regrettably, Ironbottom has denied our requests to return to the closest Federation base for permanent repairs. Our best hope is that we find someone along our path of exploration, or we get deviated to a locaton with the facilities. In the meantime, I've ordered an evacuation plan just in case the hamster expires, and "Demian" rears up and sets the ship on self-destruction.
And so life goes on. Halfpipe has gotten back into her old routine, though most of the faces she once knew are long gone. Lott Taldasi and Cosmos Ennin have decided to keep the forms the Junk water gave them. K'Lynxyl and Tarra Nebendi, especially Lynx, have been described as "hormonal" by others. Their pregnancies may be affecting them. I'll have to have Ennin give them an examination to see if they need to be put on light duty at this time. Melvin Orlan is going about his business. And Lera is, well, Lera.
Or rather, or next mission. We've gotten instructions to deviate from our usual path to follow up on the Federation science vessel Sarrek coming across a lost human colony world, far from the nearest base. We're to make a more detailed survey and contact of the place. So I decided to discuss matters with the Bridge crew. Cosmos and Orlan were busy on matters that couldn't be interupted, but I thought I'd be able to carry on. Lera got there first, and Half arrived at the same time I did. Lynx seemed a little irritable when I commed her, but I felt everything would soon be in order.
To my shock, she came in stark naked! Yes, she had her coat of fur, but on duty?! Then Tarra and Lott came in the same way. I promptly expressed my indignation at such breech of protocol, not to my mention the irony of her being naked on duty and Lera fully clothed.
Lynx was unusually defiant (although not too much outside her temperment of the past few weeks), bringing up some obscure rule about furred races and refusing to put anything on. Things came to a heated moment, literally, when she banged her fist on the counter, sending my cup of coffee up in the air, and onto the front of my pants - owie! Nothing like steaming hot liquid on one's manhood. To top it all off, Lera offered to kiss it!
Irronically enough, I had spent some free time reading up on late 20th century leadership scandals. I wonder what Mr. William Clinton would have thought?
I stumbled to the next room, and used the replicator there to get a new uniform for myself. I also decided to get some for those three. Deciding their pregnancies allowed them a little leeway, I went ahead and made Tarra and Lynx's sleeveless, the "sundress" option. I then returned, expecting things to have calmed down.
Instead to my shock, everyone was naked. Lera, that was predictable. But Half ... It was too much! I fainted. When I came too, I then found Lera had swiped my clothes! I immedietly grabbed them back and yanked them back on. I then gave up, postponing the meeting and giving everyone an hour off-duty to do whatever. While that may have satisfied most, Lera jumped onto me, and was very ... clingy. It seemed like forever before I could pry her off and run off.
Why me?