******** Scene: Jiapa is walking worriedly down a corridor, glancing down connecting hallways as she goes. Suddenly she stops, looks up, and her finger shoots up in the air. Jiapa: Aha! Pandora, please give me the LAST RECORDED location for Bloocheez Lite. Computer: Lite was last aboard ship in the transporter room. Jiapa: Now we're getting somewhere! (breaks into a run for the transporter room) Transporter Operator looks up startled as Jiapa enters. Jiapa: You! Did you see the HVR kid come in here? Transporter Operator: (Trying to compose himself with a clever look on his face.) Why yes, he did come in here. Jiapa: You were here? What happened? Transporter Operator: That kid is quite a terror, you know. He knocked me down and tried to ride on my back, and he had these silly spurs... Jiapa: What? Did you do something to him? Transporter Operator: Well, I to defend myself, you know... Jiapa: Did you beam him somewhere? Transporter Operator: Well, it was just in service to the ship! That kid... Jiapa: (paling) You didn't beam him out into space, did you? Transporter Operator: Oh no! I beamed him over to the HVR ship! Where he'll be no tribble at all! (beams) Jiapa cracks him on the head with her staff. Jiapa: I am not amused. Get him over here NOW! Transporter Operator: (simpering over to the console) Jeez... (after looking at the instruments for a second) Uh oh. I'm not reading him over there. Jiapa: WHAT??!!! Scribonia (ic): Counselor, We just picked up transporter activity from the HVR ship. Lite is now locatable on the Heisenberg. Jiapa (hits ic): Thanks! Alert security and have them capture him. ******* Scene: Sickbay. Dr. Hertzman is sitting at a desk in the outer office. There is a commotion and Redshirt staggers out followed by a nurse who is apparently helping him along. Hertzman: Well! You're finally up. About ready to return to duty? CrimsonTunic appears, pulling himself along the doorway behind Redshirt. Redshirt: Yeah...I don't remember much about what happened on the ship... Hertzman: Yeah, well I decided to treat your localized amnesia with drugs since you guys aren't high enough priority for the field manipulator. Don't worry, it will all come back by tomorrow. Redshirt: Ok, well, could you tell me, uh us how we died? Hertzman: Died? You didn't die! You both got hit on the head! Really! You two! Redshirt: Ah yes, yes. Hit on the head you say? Ok. Uh, well, we have just one more teeny little question, if you don't mind... Hertzman: (Through gritted teeth) Yes, what is it? CrimsonTunic: Which one of us got hit on the head first? ******** Scene: Lite is sneaking down a corridor on the Heisenberg. Stealthily rounding a corridor he collides with the left leg of the ship's barbarian. Sound Effects: wood knocker hit. Thud. Lite: (sitting on the floor) Whoa! Wha' hit me? Thokk: I was just asking myself the same question, little one. (Rustles around in his bearskin tunic, producing a folded piece of computer hardcopy with a picture on it) Aha! I thought I recognized you. Lite: Uh oh. That's not usually a good sign. (points over Thokk's Shoulder) Look! A moose! Thokk: What? Moose not silly enough to be on this ship! (Looks for a second, then turns back around to see Lite tearing off down the corridor) Clever boy! ...Grrrrrrraaaauuugggghhhhh! (Tenses, then leaps the distance between them, bringing Lite down in a rolling tackle. As the dust clears, he stands up victoriously with Lite over one shoulder.) Thokk: Gotcha! You're going to the library, young man! *********************
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