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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: It's Just a Little Bunnyrabbit== | |||
===by David Kiel=== | |||
[NRPG: Alright, I'll play :) ] | |||
Cedria walked absently through the corridors her eyes tracking the reports on | |||
her hand unit. She tapped keys, filed reports, looked over coordinate displays | |||
and occasionally looked up to avoid walking through anyone. She was on deck six | |||
headed for the commissary or at least that's what she thought. | |||
She had been checking the math on some course alterations from shift three in | |||
the turbolift and hadn't actually checked her floor when the doors slid open. | |||
So when she turned left and took the second left to the commissary she ended up | |||
rather surprised to find herself in access junction seven on deck `she wasn't | |||
quite sure.' Still looking over the display, she frowned and then turned to | |||
find a wall unit that might know where it was. | |||
From the corner of her eye she caught the flash of the charge even before the | |||
snarling hiss of the creature making it. A flash of mottled brown, white and | |||
tan, two flashes to be precise. Cedria moved faster than the creature, her legs | |||
sprung her lithe form up and over the path of attack. One palm touched the deck | |||
between the charging pair as they shot through the area she had just vacated and | |||
she landed softly behind them as they scrambled to turn once again in her | |||
direction. | |||
Rabbits, mottled tan, brown and white with a pair of green tinged spiked horns. | |||
Cedria's eyes widened at the implausibility of their existence and tried to | |||
remember something Kyrania knew. The little creatures let out a short | |||
stuttering howl of dismay as their quarry backed up a few steps. A lower | |||
reverberating call followed as they tensed. | |||
`Tarsian rabbits', she remembered. Brush scavengers, with powerful hind legs | |||
and those cute little horns. She smiled thinking back to Kyrania and her | |||
propensity to read all sorts of diffuse scientific journal entries that would | |||
filter out to Trill. She knelt and looked over at the rabbits some seven meters | |||
away, something else was tickling her memory from the hundred year old journal | |||
entry. She smiled and made cooing sounds to try and sooth the cat sized vermin. | |||
They shot for her in unison, a hunting pair. Cedria leapt straight up one hand | |||
catching the right wall of the corridor, her legs catching the left. She | |||
pressed herself to the ceiling as they arced just beneath her, head turning to | |||
avoid the sharp tip of one horn. | |||
She had remembered the tickly point of the journal article. Deadly neurotoxins | |||
secreted on the horns. Between her hand and legs she was able to hold herself | |||
two and a half meters up just above the apex of the creatures jump. The rabbits | |||
scrambled to a stop another eight meters back the way they had came and howled | |||
at her in little poisonous rabbity rage. One hand pressed hard against the deck | |||
wall to keep her pinioned off the floor and out of the little things path, her | |||
boots tight against the opposite wall for leverage and as far apart as her skirt | |||
would allow. Her free hand still held the comp and she began tapping buttons | |||
with her thumb. | |||
A crewman turned the corner, having heard the racket. He looked up in surprise | |||
at the Trill girl pressed to the ceiling of the corridor. | |||
"Don't, come any closer." She nodded towards the rabbits. | |||
The crewman was just as surprised to see animals on the Hood as she had been. | |||
"What are they." | |||
"Deadly poisonous. Back away and get security." She continued pressing the | |||
little buttons with her thumb cycling through her files. The crewmans eyes | |||
widened and he backed away carefully. The rabbits tensed, clearly ready to | |||
charge again, she wasn't sure which one of them was the target but she put her | |||
desperately lame plan into action anyway. | |||
"Security now!" She yelped back at the crewman and held her palm unit at the | |||
rabbits and hit play. `Harmonic Requiem 4' blasted from the speakers at the | |||
loudest setting she could push. It was one of the angriest and particularly | |||
tuneless selections of organized noise Padrek Zade had ever composed. The nasty | |||
little bunnies flattened their ears, startled at the violent sound, and instead | |||
of charging scampered back a couple steps in confusion. It wouldn't work for | |||
long but perhaps someone with a phaser would show up and stun them before they | |||
tried another charge and jump. | |||
NRPG: One miniskirted Trill gymnast who needs rescuing! Who's brave enough to | |||
face the deadly rabbits in single combat? | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Lt Cedria Zade, | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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