An Inheritance of Stars

Bored? Unpossible.

Hulik grimaced as she realized just how much was in Captain Korsogan’s “secret” stash of porn files. “My sweet suffering psyche, it’s still true. If a combination can be conceived of, there’s a porno of it. Wait…is that one even possible?” Her curiosity made her open the file before her brain screamed “YOU DON”T WANT TO KNOW THIS!!" To her profound dismay, not only was it possible, but worse than she thought. The images would infest her nightmares for weeks to come. “Welp, it’s…educational, to say the least.” She copied the whole lot to her last data cards. “This should help keep Naomi at least entertained for the next two weeks,” she thought sympathetically. “Poor woman has been treated shamefully by the boys, hopefully this will help give her a better outlook.”

Her thoughts moved to poor Murphy. Granted, the guy had a serious mad on about doctors, but really, who could blame him? And after the recent experiences with their very own “doctor”, she was beginning have a certain sympathy for him. And really, what an amazing opportunity he had, if only he could realize it. All the resources of a warship, at his figurative fingertips. The vast computational capability, the ability to go where one pleased, because one pleased…after all, where DOES a multiton warship dock? Anywhere it wants to.

Copying finished, Hulik handed the cards over to her rats. “Go, my minions, and deliver these to Naomi,” she intoned. “Then, we shall begin the search for lovely little shiny bits that I might find useful. Hey Murphy, got any pointers on where to start?”

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Hulik reviewed the images of the storage lockers and bins the rats found, while fondling the decontaminated MIU unit her cybernetic minions brought back.. Ooooooh, all sorts of nifty little things. Oh my, what’s that? She reversed the images, and stopped at one. Hmmmmm, from down in the military quarters. Oooooooh, those look remarkably like stored power armour! She did a little dance. More toys to play with! She darted for the captains quarters, intent on convincing him to allow her to continue her salvage efforts, suitably cleansed of course. Other people might be bored for the next two weeks, but not her!
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The array of small devices before her made Hulik hum with pleasure. The doctor was still in quarantine himself, but between her skills and the medical droid on board ship, she felt confident that she could handle these routine implants. Electrical probes under her fingernails, wired into her nervous system, that would allow direct control of computer systems. Inductance tattoos on her palms, that would allow her to jump-start (or drain) small electronic devices using her own bio-electric field. The MIU would have to wait, as would the perception sensors. Those were operations of considerably more complexity, that would require skull surgery and a properly trained doctor. Even if he weren’t in quarantine, Hulik was not comfortable with Dr. Marwood opening up her skull.

She began puttering with the small bits, while keeping up a running conversation with Murphy, who was as bored as almost everyone else. “Ya know, Murph, this COULD be the best thing that ever happened to ya. Why, when I think of what I could do with a ship as a body…have ya considered checking out what you can do a bit more?”

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Hulik straightened out her aching back, and looked at her workbench with supreme satisfaction. Two weeks, and she had completed at least a couple things to her satisfaction. A shiny suit of power armour stood there, with tiny, evil-looking laser burst cannons mounted on each shoulder. “I wonder if I should put decals on it or something. Naaaaw, let Gary do it, the armour’s for him.” A shiny, fingerlong object took from the bench, and began circling her head. “Pity I don’t have more time, dammit. The bug was fun, and I want more of them!”

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