Another corridor, another turn...still no Space Bar.
Growing increasingly disgusted I trudged on, all the this way that way winding through coridors causeing my antenna to throb.
I hadn’t relied on my own memory always trotting around after Carpet now had I, I berated myself.
In fact I hadn’t relied on “me” at all.
Yes, there were some really bright sides to being without my Friend, I tried to convince myself.
No more endless bending and stooping to run my fingers through it’s fibers.
No more sitting and laying-about on the floor for endless hours.
I was much better off back up to my level and depending on me!
Just like I was...before I had Friend.
I caught a sob before it started and made another wrong turn.
This time I blamed it on something in my eyes.
I found the Bar empty, but luckily for me the bulging bag of snacks laying on the long counter was not.
Playing the thief I snuck closer to the pretzel sack, my hunger providing the rational they were for the crews consumption so I shouldn’t feel
guilty eating them.
So I wouldn’t.
Well, maybe just a little.
With not a little hesitation I reached for the sack, my mouth juicing in anticipation.
Just as I clutched a big handful the bag crinkling at the seams the center of my head gave a sharp zap!
Startled clean silly I shot into the air like I’d been phasered, pretzels flying from my hands to rain down like fodder. Again.
I was sure I heard a gasp coming suspiciously from around my heals but my attention returned in whole to the sound emanating from the center of my
“ATS Silo, report to Ship Center - Yydryl Code Green,” Ordered a genderless computer generated voice.
“Code green? What?” I wondered aloud.
A noise from behind me caused me to whirl in anticipation my heart soared with joy! Carpet!
Joy pinched tight and fell hard to the floor like so many snacks laying there.
It wasn’t Carpet.
A tall thin droid stood before me it’s great green eye revolving slowly atop it‘s head.
“ATS Silo, you’ve been ordered to report to Center Ship, Code Green. I’ve been sent to accompany you to save time.” It’s slightly metallic
female voice rang prim and nasal.
“Droid, what significance is there to Code Green?“ I spoke gruffly in clipped tones hoping to sound crew like.
The effort was lost on the droid.
“Code Green indicates you should comply to said order as soon as you’re finished with whatever task you have at hand.” The droid continued
without being prompted.
“Code Yellow, you’d be instructed to turn your task over to the first crew member available and proceed directly to Ship Center.
Code Orange, you’d proceed directly to Ship Center in all haste forgoing the reassigning of your duties.
Code Red is a specific code for battle. Code Red would compel all Ships crew to report immediately to their stations, armed, and ready for
instructions from the Captain.” The droid finished repeating Ship protocol with a belabored sigh.
I stood stalk still trying to take in everything the droid put to me. Sinking in, albeit slowly the realization I was part of a Star Ship’s crew
was becoming all too real. Battle stations, color codes, security measures, headbands that thwacked me between the antenna and scared my leg hair
straight, yes, it was all becoming quite real.
I might have even enjoyed it had I not missed...
Pushing that thought aside I began cleaning up the mess I'd made.
‘May droid make a suggestion ATS Silo”
“Sure droid, what’s that?” I asked, surreptitiously popping a few crunchies into my mouth completely forgetting my crew like façade.
“Though Code Green does indicate you may finish your current task before reporting to Ship, as this will be your first visit to Ship’s Center it
would be the wiser course to leave the cleaning up of this, disaster, to, the Rug.” Said droid it's nasal whine pronounced like it sensed something
“The Rug?” I asked dumbly.
“Yes - the - Rug.” Spitting the words out in sharp little points droid swiveled on it’s base and sped off down the hall.
“Come along ATS Silo,” it called behind, “Let’s not keep Ship waiting!“ The sing song voice carrying a unmistakable note of smug
Trotting to catch up with the droid I was sure I heard a *Gwark!* spat out from somewhere behind me in the bar.
But I'd no time to look back to see who it was.
[edit on 10-4-2009 by silo13]