NE Bumble sat daydreaming at his station yet again. In all honesty, it was a miracle that he’d even made it through the academy, let alone onto a starship. He wasn’t even that keen on flying. Stifling a quick yawn he peered at his console to see there was still nothing going on. As he stared out at the blackness of space he started thinking about his date with the blonde bombshell NE Houlihan. He’d start off with a romantic dinner on the holodeck at her favourite tapas bar in Barcelona then he was dying to try the new programme NE Buddy had recommended with sprawling vistas of Omicron Ceti. As he began picturing them embracing under a starry sky, his console bleeped loudly alerting him to an incoming message. As he snapped back to reality, he rather ungraciously tumbled off his chair, sprawling onto the deck before scrambling to his feet and taking his seat, hoping no one had noticed.

“Uh, Captain sir…I mean m’am, sir, Captain?” He waffled a little louder than he had planned. “Um, incoming message from star-fleet, priority one?” He offered, wishing the deck would just swallow him up.

Mother Hen (GM)