03-16-2008, 12:37 PM
After touching down in the unknown spacestation's hanger, Mr. Scott got to work on repairing the shuttles engines. Mr. Spock and I set out to explore the structure. Tricorders offered tantalizing glimpses of lifeform readings, but some sort of interference kept them from working properly, dispite Mr. Spock's best efforts. The fact that we'd, as yet, still not seen any sort of greeting party is certainly cause for concern. Where are the station's inhabitants and why aren't they responding to our presence?
Deciding to look around, I took Mr. Spock with me down the nearest corridor. Upon turning the 1st corner however, we found a massive mass of hair lying on the floor, tucked against the wall. As we bent to closer further investigate, MUCH to our surprise, the mass of hair jumps up and runs down the hallway away from us, loudly roaring in some unknown language. I turned to question Mr. Spock if he'd gotten any readings of the being and if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn I'd actually seen surprise on his face, as his right eyebrow had arched well up his forehead.
Certainly, if that mobile furball is an example of the inhabitants of this station, we'd best be on our guard. It's no question they know we're here NOW.
Deciding to look around, I took Mr. Spock with me down the nearest corridor. Upon turning the 1st corner however, we found a massive mass of hair lying on the floor, tucked against the wall. As we bent to closer further investigate, MUCH to our surprise, the mass of hair jumps up and runs down the hallway away from us, loudly roaring in some unknown language. I turned to question Mr. Spock if he'd gotten any readings of the being and if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn I'd actually seen surprise on his face, as his right eyebrow had arched well up his forehead.
Certainly, if that mobile furball is an example of the inhabitants of this station, we'd best be on our guard. It's no question they know we're here NOW.