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“Hello?” he called out. Was it odd that he was feeling alone without Nessa beside him?

• PO Rick Walters, Eng

“What are you looking for? A new and improved pooper scooper for Nessa?” came the voice of Mark Sayers, his bunkmate and science geek who was now in his natural habitat.

“Guess it’s a lost cause to think the CSO would be here. She’d likely be on the bridge?” He paused. “I found something.”

“Something,” Mark said then leaned in. “You look pale,” then, “What happened?”

“We were, uh, Nessa and I, in the cargo bay. Nessa found something in a duct. I saw it. All six legs. It ran off.”

“Six legs?” he asked, inching toward what was a stool as though to be ready to hop on it at the least sound. “And?”

Rick looked away trying to remember the startling sight. “Six legs. Bigger than a rat. If it had fur it was pretty short but I only saw it for a second and then it was gone.”

As unobtrusively as possible Mark hopped up onto the table to sit, his legs dangling. “And?”

“That’s it. Earth doesn’t have anything like that, does it?”

“Not the way you are describing.” He looked about. “The chief may be by soon.”

• Mark and Rick, both PO’s

OOC: I’m waiting on the XO’s reply first! :P

“The chief is down on the planet,” Eric said as poked his head into the room. He had been walking past when he heard them talking. “And so is Lt Locke. Something I could help you with?”

Lt Eric - Wandering Science Officer

OOC: Waiting now on Mark/Rick’s replies.

GM CockRoach