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A Rameriz Christmas
“The thing to understand about Rameriz is he’s bug nut crazy.” Spanners said as he handed Michelle’s duffle into the small craft. “Loyal, friendly, happy, manic even, but bug nut crazy.” A pause, while Michelle’s tail switched back and forth, “Oh, and likes to blow stuff up. Have a safe trip!”
~Irony, your name is Spanners.~ Michelle thought as she thanks the marine and got into the craft where Rameriz was already going through the checklist. Apparently his squad mate hadn’t said anything that offended him. ~Or he didn’t already know.~
She stowed her duffle into storage and sat down in the co-pilot’s seat while Rameriz hummed to himself.. off key. Michelle was trying not to crawl the walls as he hit flat notes every third beat.
“Okays - so, avoiding da checkpoints and da patrols, we should be in Romulans space in tree days.” Rameriz announced, detached the ship and took off from the station - much to the profanity of lane control over the comm.
Michelle wondered what a tree day was. She knew the humans had a day where they offered presents to trees, but it was only once a sol-year. She didn’t think even Rameriz could get them lost enough that it would take three sol-years to reach Romulan space.
“Heys, do you mind musics?” he asked, and before she had a chance to answer, loud, obnoxious, bass thumping music started to fill the cabin.
Michelle yelped, covering her sensitive ears, and tried to escape the barrage.
She’d made it to quarters before the noise came down several decibles. “Oops. Sorries!” came his voice. Michelle took several deep breaths and decided that Spanners hadnn’t been kidding. If she survived this it would be a miracle of the gift tree proportion.
Her marine friends had INSISTED that Rameriz was the best choice to help her find Paul. Not just because he was currently on mandatory off-duty for blowing up an ambassador’s toilet faucility for ’smelling bad and being an eye sore.’ Spanners had said ‘Trust me, NO ONE will miss him!’ where as the rest of the marines would have to justify their absence.
She sighed and put a paw-like hand on the plasglas view window. “Paul, I’ll find you.” She told the stars.
The racket from the control cabin got worse as Rameriz started singing along to the ‘music’.