"Whirr click click beep beep b beep" sounded the small four legged robot. It crawled along the ceiling slowly and meticulously. The cleaning bot was the size of a football. It had the shape and colourisation of a red ladybug. Except that it's six legs were left uncoated. They were of slightly dusty stainless steel with what looked like black rubber pads on the bottom. No doubt the pads were used to grip on a variety of surfaces. Fiddlesticks surmised that some kind magnetism was involved. Probably the reason why he noticed that aboard the Quest for Flavour, everything was spotlessly clean except for the various computing equipment. A basic cleaning robot had the sense to avoid direct contact with such things as to not mess with their internal mechanisms with its magnetic feet. Fiddlesticks wasn't the cleanest person in the world but even he thought it of poor taste to not keep important computing equipment spotlessly clean. Needless to say, Fiddlesticks had a great liking and affinity for all things electronic. He found the two woollen socks that the ladybug cleaner bot wore on its two front legs rather fetching as well. They were dark red with green Christmas trees on them. Fiddlesticks liked anything Christmas themed in particular, for reasons that were unknown to him. 

The basket of dirty laundry sat next to his bed in which he lay. For the life of him Fiddlesticks couldn't find the robotic maid anywhere. It seemed that the Quest for Flavour was a lot bigger and more labrynthian than it appeared on the outside. It was a miracle he found his room at all. Of course, Fiddlesticks being the new guy, they just had to stick him in this utility closet. There were boxes everywhere. It left Fiddlesticks with hardly any room to to act out his imaginary sword fights with imaginary space ninjas. A very important part of his daily routine. To top it all off, the light bulb was so dim, that he couldn't even read his favourite comics before bed. 

Fiddlesticks sighed to himself. At least the dim light made it easier to sleep without the room being bathed in complete darkness. Fiddlesticks always slept with a night light on, it kept the bad memories at bay. He also appreciated how colourful his bedding was. That was something. Perhaps there was something amazing hidden in one of the many boxes that inhabit his quarters. Fiddlesticks quickly cast that thought out of his mind. Anything of value would've been found a long time ago. And so he decided to not search the boxes but to complain about them instead. The captain ignored Fiddlesticks when he asked it if they were ready to leave Hendersons Ribs. It seemed that Fiddlesticks still didn't know how to socialise with a swarm of bees. He thought that perhaps he would have to challenge the captain again. Fiddlesticks has been led astray by incompetent leaders before. Never again, he swore to himself all those years ago, never again.

Fiddlesticks then proceeded to doze off. May as well get some shut eye before the next mission, he thought to himself.