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Shifting her feet slightly Trixie tried not to look at the maintenance Chief's face as she stood solemnly in front of him. [color=bc8dbf]"Look, how was I to know they’d switched the cargo at the last minute? The manifest said it was sanitary soap for the med block,"[/color] she said, trying to explain the situation as best she could, but knowing there was no excusing her actions.

Letting out a deep exasperated sigh, the Chief ran his hand down his face, rubbing the skin from forehead to chin before looking over at the wayward young woman. [color=silver]"Trixie,"[/color] he began, the leaden weight of each syllable laying heavily on his tongue, [color=silver]"You have to stop messing around like this. I won't be around to cover for you when things go wrong, and with your new assignment it won't just be soap and suds you'll be handling, but explosives and live ammunition."[/color]

Trixie ground her toe into the floor plating as she half-listened to a variation on the same lecture she'd been receiving for years. Suddenly something jumped out at her, something different. [color=bc8dbf]"New assignment..? You mean they..? You mean I'm..?"[/color] she blurted out, leaping forwards and clutching at the edge of the Chief's desk as she gazed joyfully at his bright blue face.

She hadn't meant to make it turn that colour. The smoke bomb should've been in with a load of soap, and the suds wouldn't have done anything worse than clean up some of the stains on his well-worn, 'lucky' jumpsuit. Unfortunately at the last minute someone decided to switch the consignment of soap for some chemical compounds which, when exposed to human skin and the homemade smoke bomb Trixie had spent hours carefully crafting, stain said skin a bright and vibrant shade of blue. The medics had immediately gone to town on the Chief, prodding and poking him with tests and analyses, and had finally given him a clean bill of health, telling him the colour should fade naturally over the next few days.

[color=silver]"I mean, the guys over at the base are obviously even more desperate for volunteers than they're letting on,"[/color] as he spoke the Chief shuffled papers on his desk, the same dark expression on his face. Looking up at his prized pupil the craggy old features softened, bursting into a proud smile as he looked over at the young woman who started out as a vent rat but had grown into... well, to be honest a bigger vent rat, but at least one who could strip out the ventilation system and rebuild it by hand in under an hour. [color=silver]"I'm finally getting rid of you."[/color]

Lifting himself up out of his chair the Chief stepped around the desk and held out his hand to congratulate the most naturally talented technician he'd ever met. [color=silver]"You're to report to the loading dock at 08:00 tomorrow morning for shipment to the base. Best of luck to you, Kid."[/color]

With a [url=https://i.imgur.com/AjvG7n2.gif]squeal of delight[/url] Trixie bounced forward, flinging her arms around the old man as she hugged him tightly. [color=bc8dbf]"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"[/color] She cried out in a high pitched voice which made her excitement abundantly clear.

Pulling away again Trixie quickly darted for the door. She had so much to do, so many things to pack, so many plans to make, and with joyful glee the young technician hopped down the corridor towards her bunk to prepare for her new life. Back in the office the Chief stepped up to the door, watching the vibrant ray of sunshine spin off out of his life as a single tear rolled down his bright blue cheek.

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