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A Mysterious Creature


((SB118, Diplomatic Tower, Turbolift))

::Because everything around him was so fantastically perfect, Brek knew he was dreaming. The stuff was a bit tedious though, which made him wonder whether sentient beings were even made to enjoy perfection? The moment he thought that, mud appeared on his beautiful sea vessel, and he found himself on Ferenginar, 20 years ago, in his old school and his ten year old self.::


::The feeling of being imprisoned hit him in the guts like a Nausicaan fist. He was sat in a field of mud, surrounded with hideous buildings. Beyond them was a shiny new barb wire fence that had cost the school administrator a fortune. Mr Klorp kept whining that because of this unexpected expense (which hopefully would prevent the kids from running away to the nearest town), he had deprived his wife of a fantastic trip to Roplermoop City.::


::She was a mysterious creature whom no one had ever seen. Because of this, some said that she was the most beautiful female that had ever graced the shores of Ferenginar, while others claimed that she was kept indoors because of her astonishing ugliness. Either ways, you could lose your sanity just glancing at her.::


::In Brek's opinion, the administrator was single, and, horrific thought for a man his age, had to do all the cooking and chores by himself.::


::A boy approached, and asked 'what he was doin'?'::


Brek: I'm staying out of trouble. Say, Tig, you think that the administrator's wife's real?


Tig: I've seen her shadow once. Tall as a food replicator, and moving fast, with hair, plenty of it.::He mimicked the shape he had seen with his arms.:: She can't be Ferengi. How many species do you know, Brek?


::Tig was always serious when he spoke. But he was only 6 year old and no one had ever caught him saying anything that sounded like the truth. That's why it was so fun talking to him.::


::Brek looked up in the steel grey sky. One day he would travel in space and meet all the species that existed.::


Brek: ::Repeating something he had read in a book.::Two: the haves and the have nots.


Tig: What color are they?


Brek: Colors don't matter. Intentions, do.


Tig: I'm hungry.


::Brek examined the youngling. They were all thin as rakes here. Prices in the school restaurant were so inflated that most kids needed to fend for themselves, resorting to all kinds of devious tricks.::


Brek: I'll tell you what: You go to the administrator's house and bring me a picture of his wife, and I'll make sure you get one free meal per day, for the rest of the year. ::The meal in question would be stale beetlebread, but the kid didn't need to be burdened by that sort of information.::


::Tig thought it over, seemingly calculating his chances of success, then he smiled.::


Tig: Go on, draw a contract up.


::Five weeks later, they were eating like dignitaries. Showing extreme patience and discretion, Tig had managed to take a movie of the enigmatic creature. She was a rather plain Ferengi woman, clothed, covered with jewels, eating at the head of the table, and, most shocking of all, taking decisions. With footage like this in his hands, Brek went to bribe the Administrator right away. He gave Tig 25% of the free food he now received everyday, and he only felt a little pang of guilt at giving him so much.::


::A whiff of lemon detergent woke Brek up and he stared, bleary-eyed, at Glutik.::


Glutik: Brek, 'you awake? I can't do this no more. I feel sick. It's all those ups and downs, to the left and then the right! I swear, I almost barfed on your boots. Computer stop the lift at the next possible destination!!


Brek: ::Glancing at his boots to make sure, they were okay.:: Fine. You better go, indeed.


::The lift stopped and Glutik walked away, looking decidedly bilious.::


Brek: oO Who would have thought Tellarites could be so feeble... ? Oo


tag/tbc


Lt Cmdr Brek

Chief Diplomatic Officer

SB118/USS Victory