Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2012 22:05:18 GMT -8
"Actually, it's more than half."
“Roughly fifty percent of all sentient lifeforms have below average intelligence,” Emmarie responded. Unfortunately, there were species like the Vulcans who had a larger percentage of above average than other species. Like Klingons. They weren’t really known for being deep thinkers.
"I-"
Emmarie had never made a junior officer wet themselves before, but she was suddenly struck with an urge to do so. However, her wrath towards the Engineer was quickly redirected as a snide lab tech spoke.
"The fungal fridge could use some electrical tweaking,"
Emmarie shot the lab tech a glare. Wisely, the tech quickly found something to occupy himself with, not wanting to become the next target of a loose cannon Orion. Whirling back around, she studied the Engineer, who was about three shades paler than he had been when he’d come into the lab.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to alarm anyone."
She held her glare on the Engineer for another long moment. “Computer, unlock science lab exits,” she directed. “You’re not funny.” She directed to the Engineer. “Containment procedures are not a laughing matter. People die when regulations aren’t followed. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y...yes ma’am,” the Engineer said.
“Off with you then,” Emmarie added, and the Ensign disappeared quickly, not even sparing a look behind him as he departed. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax a bit, lest Hunter chide her regarding her blood pressure again. Hunter was scanning the container, and after a few moments had passed without him trying to protect her again, she walked back over to his console.
"I believe this is a box of Mehtak skin slough."
“Haven’t these people ever heard of dermotologists?” Emmarie asked skeptically. She shuddered at the thought of carrying around containers of her own dead skin. She didn’t even like it when she spent too much time in the sun and got all peely.
"They eat it, too."
Her stomach began to turn. “Hunter...” she began to warn, but it was obvious that her words were in vain. She closed her mouth quickly, fearing what might happen if she left it open. As Hunter opened the box, Emmarie turned even greener than her normal hue, and she brought one hand up to cover her mouth. She wasn’t going to vomit on duty. She had more control than that.
Then the smell hit her.
Turning, she ran back in the direction of the bathroom. She wasn’t the only one trying to make in there in time, but she was certainly the most motivated. Hip thrusting a lab tech out of the way, she ran into the bathroom, slapping her hand on the door controls.
Just in time, she thought dryly to herself, before taking care of business.
Tag: Hunter
“Roughly fifty percent of all sentient lifeforms have below average intelligence,” Emmarie responded. Unfortunately, there were species like the Vulcans who had a larger percentage of above average than other species. Like Klingons. They weren’t really known for being deep thinkers.
"I-"
Emmarie had never made a junior officer wet themselves before, but she was suddenly struck with an urge to do so. However, her wrath towards the Engineer was quickly redirected as a snide lab tech spoke.
"The fungal fridge could use some electrical tweaking,"
Emmarie shot the lab tech a glare. Wisely, the tech quickly found something to occupy himself with, not wanting to become the next target of a loose cannon Orion. Whirling back around, she studied the Engineer, who was about three shades paler than he had been when he’d come into the lab.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to alarm anyone."
She held her glare on the Engineer for another long moment. “Computer, unlock science lab exits,” she directed. “You’re not funny.” She directed to the Engineer. “Containment procedures are not a laughing matter. People die when regulations aren’t followed. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y...yes ma’am,” the Engineer said.
“Off with you then,” Emmarie added, and the Ensign disappeared quickly, not even sparing a look behind him as he departed. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax a bit, lest Hunter chide her regarding her blood pressure again. Hunter was scanning the container, and after a few moments had passed without him trying to protect her again, she walked back over to his console.
"I believe this is a box of Mehtak skin slough."
“Haven’t these people ever heard of dermotologists?” Emmarie asked skeptically. She shuddered at the thought of carrying around containers of her own dead skin. She didn’t even like it when she spent too much time in the sun and got all peely.
"They eat it, too."
Her stomach began to turn. “Hunter...” she began to warn, but it was obvious that her words were in vain. She closed her mouth quickly, fearing what might happen if she left it open. As Hunter opened the box, Emmarie turned even greener than her normal hue, and she brought one hand up to cover her mouth. She wasn’t going to vomit on duty. She had more control than that.
Then the smell hit her.
Turning, she ran back in the direction of the bathroom. She wasn’t the only one trying to make in there in time, but she was certainly the most motivated. Hip thrusting a lab tech out of the way, she ran into the bathroom, slapping her hand on the door controls.
Just in time, she thought dryly to herself, before taking care of business.
Tag: Hunter