Frakking Tribbles

Posted on 03 Jun 2014 @ 12:57am by Cadet Sophomore Grade Alenis Taban

286 words; about a 1 minute read

I can't believe the bloody thing escaped. How stupid do you have to be to keep tribbles as pets in the first place. Now, no doubt, the Commodore's little princess is going to pin this on me when it was her fault in the first place for not keeping the bloody cage locked. Why did I have to end up with little miss perfect as a roommate. There's no way they'll pin this on her. It'll be the big brutish Bajoran who forgot to check his bag before going to the mess and that will be that.

Hell... the stupid thing is probably still in the room, just buried under the mountains of crap on her side of the room. How can anyone be that messy, I mean seriously? Starfleet's all about discipline and organisation. How can someone like that even hope to make it as an officer when she can't even keep her own rack clear is beyond me. But I guess it's no better than Bajor after all: it's not what you know or what you do, but who you know after all. The Commodore's little princess gets to have a free pass while I get a tonne of bricks dropped on me from a great height.

Maybe I should just beam back over to the 'Karra and pack it all in. How am I ever going to get anywhere if the princess gets her sister to write me up.

I may as well just go back to my escape pod over there and the guys.

And Solomon's curries...

Frakking Tribbles....

Anyway, better get to the bridge and inform them what's going on.

By the Prophets I hope Chief Keval's on duty up there.

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