“Let’s get Alex to tell us about their dinner date!” Chuckles the two mismatched orderlies dressed in midnight blue scrubs. Their lopsided grins are pulled tight with mirth. They both begin to wave excitedly trying to gain Alex’s attention in the hustle and bustle of the mess hall lunch rush. “Hey Al over here!, come over here and sit with us.” Bellows the larger of the two orderlies. His tanned olive skin and close cropped jet black hair stands out against the piercing grey eyes. “Come on Al, Giada wants to hear all about your dinner date with that special guy!”. A round of chuckles breaks out around the large table where a mass of other random orderlies are gathered on their break. Shuffling over towards the table, the six foot six nurse technician mumbles sheepishly. “It wasn’t a date, I just said I caught one having dinner here like a month ago. It – wasn’t – a – date. I just wanted to say hello, I’d always thought they were a myth”. Alex talks into their chest, chin pointed down, eyes hidden behind the long lank hair of their bangs. “Yeah, Alex here says they met a Half-Three, a full on ship board ghost crew member! Ha. Right!”. Barks the smaller of the two orderlies. A silver haired wisp of a man. He’s turning left and right in his seat looking up and down the table gesticulating and jittering with fits of laughter. “It wasn’t really much of anything. I saw Mark, the ghost take out this voucher I’d never seen before and sit down with a full on prime rib dinner, with garlic Onion and chive mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus on the side, layered in a thick rich brown gravy that had the slighted tinge of rainbow on top from natural oils. It smelled amazing”. Talking about the meal brings Alex’s voice into full volume over the laughs and giggles of the gathered crowd of orderlies. An older doctor a few seats down the table jolts at the mention of the gravy. “What are you talking about, oil slicks on gravy. That’s nonsense. Do you know how much it would cost to have real animal flesh kept on board. Ridiculous! Utter nonsense. you guys told me this would be a laugh, but now I’m just annoyed and irritated!” Throwing down her knife and fork, the doctor pulls her napkin from their lap, and throws it onto their plate with a flourish. “No – no! It’s true, I saw the voucher before he put it into the central dispenser. It was an eggshell blue voucher.” “That tells me nothing I don’t all ready know. They come in all kinds of colours. Don’t lie to me Alex. I can pull you from rotation and bust you down to cleaning bed pans for the next decade.” The older doctor is red in the face with a large purple vein pulsating on her temple. “I saw the priority symbol that was in iridescent violet ink!” Rasped Alex in retort. “What symbol? What are you talking about?” “On the right side of the voucher was a strange symbol I’d never seen before. It was all in outlines but hard to forgot. It almost looked alien.” The gathered crowd had fallen quiet once the older doctor’s attention became rapt. “An iridescent violet symbol. No way, listen I make close to the top pay grade onboard this ship. I’ve seen all kinds of meal vouchers, even those given to visiting dignitaries and the Orange Caste. That’s not a thing. You’re so full of shit Alex”. Exclaims the irate doctor in a huff. “I can draw it for you! it looks like this – a square with a circle and triangle inside it, that connects with the squares four walls. Down the center bisecting the circle is a line that extends out from the edge of the square by about a third of the squares size. An upside down U is centered over the line, and it terminates in a semi circle with like triangles encased in the bowl of the C. Here scan this image, and do a search on your wrist pad”. Handing over a slip of paper with the symbol on it, the doctor picks it up off of the table, and holds it to her wrist communicator. With a chirp and a beep it scans the image and begins to search. Within seconds a prompt to put in the doctors ‘Q Level’ security clearance appears, which she does with a sense of slight trepidation. A few moments pass and a single item returns. It is an image with a caption underneath. “Yeah that’s it, that’s it! Come on Dr. Jorek enlarge it, stream to the table top for everyone to see”. Yips the large nurse Alex in excitement. Pausing for a breath, Dr. Jorek toggles a switch on the top of her wrist communicator projecting the image upon the flat table top surface. The smooth white Formica like substrate works excellently as an impromptu view screen. Gasps are heard around the table. “Would you look at that!” “Sweet Jesus!” “Holy – fucking – shit!” “I told you guys!” sneers Alex in a triumphant tone. “That meal voucher was for a hundred thousand dollars. Your pal just had a single meal worth more than the average salary of ninety percent of our onboard crew. Jesus. There’s no way this guys only does maintenance or fills job gaps.” A few seconds later all the medical personnel at the table feel vibrations on their wrist communicators. A simultaneous notification has gone out to the localized group.
**PRIORITY MESSAGE** Ref Code Upsilon_#00791-002-4946 UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS TO INTERNAL IMAGE DATABASE – BREACH DETECTED – Please stay where you are a tactical team has been dispatched to your location with orders to subdue with prejudice. keep your hands flat on the table, fingers splayed open, and feet firmly planted on the ground.
The air inside the mess halls feels like it has been sucked out of the room. The large table is now sitting, stunned in total silence. The drop in ambient noise is so palpable that other tables in the huge mess hall are falling silent and are craning their necks to turn and stare. A muffled sound can be heard from outside the mess hall, it’s the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor grating in unison. The jingle of tactical gear can be heard as guns and rifles are drawn. The faces of the crowd as ashen. The lights in the room are cut.
Part Five: Ghost of the Dirty Starling.
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