ST:HMB Naked Impulse, Part 10

“Lieutenant Ellie DoItAll to Gel the Goopy! Wakey, wakey!” “Lieutenant!” Gel almost gushed with relief, then he realized what she’d just said. “You’ve infected, aren’t you?” She responded with a giggle and hum of pleasure. “Of course, silly! Are you?” “No. Lieutenant,...

ST:HMB Naked Impulse, Part 9

Ellie and Todd weren’t the only ones panicking. At that very moment, Ensign Gel O’Tin, the Impulsive’s only gelatinous lifeform crewman, was slapping the door chime of his commander, Lt. LaFuentes, and begging, “Come one, L.T. Open up, open up!” Behind him, a couple...

ST:HMB Naked Impulse, Part 8

Jeb was not the only one to be awakened from a sound sleep. Light years away, Todd Ahndmore, chief janbot programmer for CleanSpace Inc., yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before turning on his monitor. He rubbed them again as the bridge of the Impulsive...

ST:HMB Naked Impulse, Part 7

Ensign Daphne Becca was also looking at the logs she’d recorded, but she didn’t find anything amusing about them. That thing could have killed me, she thought as she watched the Marvin’s doctor and nurse hauling up the anvil, giggling and bumping against each other...

ST:HMB Naked Impulse, Part 5

Acting Captain’s Log, Intergalactic Date 677001.33  We’ve completed our mission of downloading logs and accounting for all the crewmen. As Lieutenant Doall suspected, we did find a couple in the back seats of a shuttle, but they were obviously not hiding. We also...

ST:HMB Naked Impulse, Part 4

Ensign Becca screamed again and started to run, but Enigo held her fast. “Don’t move!” When she had calmed, he tapped his communicator. “LaFuentes to away teams. The ship is booby-trapped. I repeat, there are lethal traps set on the ship. Watch for tripwires, pause...