She had tried. And by tried, it was meant that she had spent countless hours during sleepless nights trying to break in. All to no avail.

Commander Nunn had left a few months prior, having restricted Molly from accessing her training routine after her recklessness caused her to end up in Sickbay with a spear through the back of her right thigh. It had been an accident. It genuinely had. But even though Holloway had tried to explain it to the counselor at the time, the fact that the safeties had been disabled on the Holodeck program had meant she had been stripped of her access codes on that harder settings of her favorite training program.

What the actual hell happened to you!? Jersey’s voice still pierced through Molly’s mind as she remembered that fateful morning. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Holloway’s hands kept working steadily on the keyboard. She was the ship’s Chief Intelligence Officer. How hard could it be anyway? It turned out, really hard. Especially for someone with her psychological record.

Suddenly, the yellow grid of the empty holodeck gave way to the lush vegetation and the enormous trees of never ending height of her own private rainforest. Molly’s face lit up. She had done it! She had bypassed the security layer Nunn had left in place.

“Computer, begin standard routine, program Wright Alpha 1.”

Nothing. The tree leaves moved slightly with the breeze. But nothing else happened.

With a deep sigh, Molly returned to the console, now so out of place in the middle of the jungle. It was almost as if Nunn had predicted this would happen.

A few more hours passed, in which the random sounds coming through the Holodeck’s doors would not go unnoticed to the accidental passerby.

Inside, a Mariachi band played loudly over invisible speakers and a group of strikingly beautiful Orion slave women danced. The green of their skin camouflaging with the rainforest scenery. With eyes wide in terror, as the famous pheromones of the species reached Molly’s nostrils, the Intel officer turned to the console and keyed a few more commands. Why had she not paid attention during Holodeck Programming 101? The Orions were replaced by a group of Klingons wearing party hats. One of them was wearing a sash and seemed particularly unhappy about it.

“Computer, end program!” Holloway yelled in desperation as her eyes met those of the sash-wearing alien. The program kept running. She had officially broken the holodeck. With a last run at the console to try and locate the nearest exit out of the mess she had created, the computer happily accepted her override code, but instead of opening the doors, it sent an intruder alert warning right to the Security personnel.

Capt. Holloway, the very unhappy CIO