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EARTHDATE: March 20, 2011

Inside Scoop 1


WHEN BLANKETS ATTACK

by Jessecka

It was a quiet evening on Phobos when newly promoted Bamababe stumbled to the Help Desk. Tracey sat there, calmly smacking her gum as she browsed the latest copy of Readers' Droids. Glancing up with a vacant look on her face, she drawled "Welcome-to-Phobos-my-name-is-Tracey-how-may-I-help-you." Bamababe was exhausted, having pressed hard that day with hauling, trying to prove herself worthy of being a courier. "Got anyplace I can crash for the night?" Sighing, Tracey pointed south, "The-dorms-are-there."

Stripping off her flight jacket, Bamababe peered curiously around the simple room. Comfortable enough, the room appeared to be furnished with beds covered in blankets of silky fur. With a soft grunt, she flopped down on the bed closest, the covering mottled with spots. Pulling off her boots, she snuggled deep into the bed, her eyes closed in bliss. It never occurred to her that there might be something sinister about to unfold.

The fur came alive under her fingertips, purring and rubbing, almost seeming to cradle her body in the bed. The warmth was inviting, luring Bamababe to drift off to sweet slumber. Snoring lightly, she dreamed of the day when she would own her own company.

Deep in dreams, Bamababe never noticed the fingers of fur curling softly around her wrists, ankles and neck until it was too late. Waking with a start, she was trapped, the blanket growling and snapping as she fought to free herself. Face turning blue, she struggled, finally twisting her arm away long enough to grab her left boot. She began to thump herself with it, whacking the blanket harshly, leaving bruises on herself as well. Soon the blanket whimpered, pulling back enough to allow Bamababe to jump from the bed.

Grabbing her other boot along with her jacket, Bamababe stormed from the room, cursing loudly at Tracey as she went straight to the Help Desk. Tracey opened her blank eyes wide, mumbling, "I'm-so-sorry-this-has-never-happened-before..." Bamababe snorted, almost running from the room in her search for her ship.

Tracey's face took on a devious look, her once blank eyes sparkling with evil humor.


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