Discovering Water Balloons

Posted on Mon Jul 15th, 2019 @ 11:35am by

721 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Ship // Guarded Cargo Bay

New ship and it was huge. It didn't have the usual smells and sounds of the previous ship. But this was her new home. Were there any other children aboard the ship? It was a quest for her, since mama and papa hadn't mentioned school.

Miracle sat there next to the vent that allowed fresh air to be circulated into the apartment. She had the vent cover removed and the lure of adventure claimed her.

The holographic Nanny had checked on her and left her to her studies as she was currently being home taught till everyone had time to get settled and know where everything was.

She placed the wrapped sandwich from lunch into pocket and wiggled her way into the air conduit. She wiggled and squirmed for several meters towards the main conduit.

"Squeak!" With relief and excitement as she could at least crawl now.

She moved quicker as she advanced farther into the maze of conduits, looking for an exit into the ship proper. Rendering of metal and the soft popping of rivets, sent her falling to the deck of the corridor.

"Squek!" She muttered upon impact.

She laid there, letting the pain subside from impact and she checked herself out. She was fine and her sandwich was a bit mushed.

Soon she was scampering through the corridors, avoiding the grown ups in uniform. She peeked into rooms when doors opened being triggered by her presence. Eyes wide, taking in the sites as she scampered along exploring, enjoying her unsupervised exploratory excursion.

"Ourz intrepid explorer, Rat Mac Squeak, escaped from the confines being imprisoned by the Ghost Guard of the Giants." Miracle muttered as she scampered down the corridor. "The giants being busy with urgent business gave no mind to Mac Squeak, figuring shez was being taken to interrogation by her Ghost Guard."

She rounded a corner and seen the two Crew-people in gold and black of Security. Her eyes narrowed as she darted back around the corner out of sight of them.

"Squeaaaa.. gotta be the treasure vault of the giants!" She muttered softly as she looked around. "Iz, Rat Mac Squeak, the intrepid spy of the Mousian Secret Service will pry the secrets from the evil Giant Regime. Unfortunately Rat is without her sidekick and muscles of legendary Tommy 'Ridge-head' K'Qph'Low."

She worked her way back to a Jefferies tube that was propped open by the ship's Engineering crew as they checked out the systems with the maintenance accessway.

Smiling briefly, she looked both ways and darted into the Maintenance Corridor. Being small as she was, she could walk hunched over. She came across vent into the guarded cargo space. She gave several hard kicks and the vent popped loose.

"Hey! Whose there?!" Came a voice of the Engineer that was working farther up and around a bend.

She panicked as she squeezed through the opening into the minimal lit cargo bay with crates marked with the Biological emblem and the lightening bolt. She darted through gaps she could squeeze through. She came to a dead end. She looked around and the only way was back the way she came.

Looking thoughtful, she took noticed the gaps between the crates. She looked up and studied the crates. She smiled as she began to climb up. "They thought they could delay Rat Mac Squeak!" She panted a bit as she climb upon the top crate. She looked around the bay. Seeing tons of more crates similarly marked.

"Rat discovers that the Giants are carrying the deadly plague that took someone close to her!" Miracle muttered as she looked over the tops of the crates.

She sat down and pulled out her sandwich to nibble on it. She smiled as she spotted the sign for the location for a replicator. She stood up, causing the crate to slip a bit. She lost her balance and fell off the stack onto the deck below while the stack of crates fell the other way crashing to the deck.

"Ow! Squek!" She sat there momentary dazed. She looked down sitting her lap was bio-gelpak that landed in her lap from an open crate that broke open on impact.

"Balloon?" She muttered as she held in her hands and poking it with her finger pad.


Miracle Bawden
Daughter of Mark & Ayla Bawden

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