Wingie Snek

Posted on Sun 4th Oct, 2020 @ 4:40am by Yuliette Marayan Dr.

639 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Resolution
Location: Brown Sector: Zodiac / Yuliette's Apartment

Curled up on her side under her blanket, Yuilette awoke yet another day. She kept her eyes closed against reality, trying to will her dream to life. She'd dreamed of her home at the clinic, her sun kissed study and the tall blade like leaves of the plants spiking up around the windows, framing the warm tones of rocky outcroppings in the distance as she drank a morning brew and read her messages.

At long last, she dared to open her eyes, only to stare at the patchwork of ugly browns in the old felt blankets that served as her balcony covering, their haphazard forms mocking her memory of the painted desert.

The stench... well, it was still there. Either it was dissipating, or else she was adjusting to it. She wanted to have Radak look at the drains. Maybe the foul odor was something in a drain trap.

She stood, stretched out the kinks, and moved to straighten her bedding into something like a floor sofa. Or whatever. And then sighed at the stains she couldn't get out from the surgery she'd performed. She flipped the cushion around so the blood wouldn't show. Maybe tonight would be a good evening for a change of pace. Maybe she should go to see Yuri. She knew how much credit she would need to ask for now in order to start her business. And maybe when she was there, she could arrange that room for the night.

Oh to have a hot shower. She fantasized about it as she sponge bathed herself over the chipped sink, shivering from the lukewarm water.

Yuliette selected a fruit out of the ice bucket. It was more of an ice water bucket again. She'd have to get a fresh bag of ice for it. She opened her pocket knife and started slicing up the fruit as she went to the balcony to evaluate the morning on the Drift below.

As she walked back into the room she noticed something hanging in the little alcove of the door way, from the defunct ventilator's cover. She immediately knew it to be a very out dated medkit shell. She popped the rest of the fruit in her mouth and rubbed her hands off on the side of her night shorts, eager to figure out what this was—

But paused a second as she reached out. How had it got in here? She looked aside— all of the locks remained latched. What if it was a trap? A bomb? A tracker? But a small flutter of black paper caught her eye and she smiled, hand reflexively over her heart with relief. She knew who used that paper! And they could fit through vents... She opened the fan shaped note and read the wiggly silver writing.

'Wingie Snek! Free to Gud Hom!'

She loosed the strap by pulling it from the lever handle it was set on, and looked inside.

It was more than just the case. There was an actual tricorder inside! She unfolded the old technology and regarded it. Mere weeks ago, the clunky old device was seriously something she would have tossed away or laughed at as being 'museum quality'. Presently, however, she clutched it against her as she continued to evaluate the kit. The vials she would have to check for expiration, but the hypospray itself looked to still be in good order. "It even has the Feinberg scanner attached, " she said in disbelief. Though she tried it, none of it would switch on, but as the casing was pristine and the unit well maintained, that was likely just the twenty year old battery gone out. Closing it all back up, Yuliette hugged the case to her chest.

And broke out in tears.

"Thank you," she called up into the vent above her. "It's perfect."

 

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