This choice: Hopped in the shower. Over the water, he couldn't hear creaking in the vents... • Go Back...Chapter #5Hopped in the shower. Over the water, he couldn... by: Teraton   David doffed his shirt, tossing it back onto the bed as he opened his bathroom door. His boxers followed a second later, landing in a small bundle in the middle of his room, before the door to his bathroom compartment swished closed. While waiting for re water to heat up as he fiddled with the faucet, he brushed his teeth, used the facilities and, with a short flashback to his embarrassment a moment ago, examined himself in the mirror. His deflating erection twitched at the memory, but the steam coming out of the stall in front of him reminded David that the ship was on a schedule. With a swish open and swish shut of the frosted glass door, David was lathering himself up, enjoying the start to what was going to be a busy but productive day.
Beneath the sound of the rushing water, though, and just past the echoing hum from the navigator himself, David was unable to hear another, hidden noise. Noise on a spaceship wasn't uncommon- the low vibration of the ships engines, the white noise like beeping and whirring of the computers up on the deck. This was a different noise- the soft creaking of metal coming from the ceiling of David's cabin, as if something was straining the vents above. Of course, the echo chamber that was his bathroom left him oblivious as the sound passed overhead, and then stopped on the other side of the wall, the source itself entering the room. Whatever sounds the thing made then, David didn't find out- by the time he turned the water off, the creature scurried back into the airvents leaving no trace of itself behind besides the most obvious and crucial of problems.
David stepped out into his bedroom, breathing in one last steamy gulp of air and letting it refresh his lungs as he breathed out. In his haste, he'd forgotten to bring a towel in with him, but that wasn't a big problem. A little water tracked on the floor as he dried off in the cabin's main room, but that was about it.
Only, as David presse the button and opened the drawer where he kept his linens, he found it empty. David's brow creased as he looked around the room; the idea of not being able to dry off was one thing, but with a shiver, he realized that he was in fact missing far more than just a few towels. The boxers he had left on the floor were gone. The shirt he'd worn to bed were just as absent as the sheets onto which he had tossed it, and the pillows that had been there too. His water starting to beat harder, he popped open more drawers, checking for shirts, pants, socks, underwear. Empty, empty, empty, painfully empty, all. Looking under the bed brought him nothing too, not even a pair of shoes had been left behind.
The naked navigator tried to calm his racing mind, willing himself not to panic even as drops of water rolled off his still naked body and onto the floor. David listed all the possible options he could think of, and he came quickly to the only one that seemed at all likely.
"Of all the times to pull something like this..." he muttered, before raising his voice a bit. "Had to get one last joke in, huh, Gabby?" His exclamation was met with silence, and he scoffed. Gabriella was the maintenance officer, chiefly responsible for the ships physical wellbeing. She was one of the few people who could get into a locked cabin- and Natalia, the security officer, was too much of a hard-ass to make a joke like this, and David reallly, really wanted to believe that the captain was above such things. That left Gabby, who had teased and pranked and joked at him from the moment they were both on the ship, as the most likely suspect. David could laugh most of them off, but this was taking things too far.
"Ha ha, Gabby, you got me! Now come on, this isn't cool," he said calling to the doo, hands clamped over his groin as he waited for it to open with a "Gotcha!" Nothing happened. David realized that if this was Gabby, she was dedicated to not ending it early, which left him with very limited options on what to do next. He didn't want to e seen as a tattletale, crying to the Captain, but this was getting him angry, and was totally inappropriate! Jane could handle the matter with discretion, and keep Habby from pulling anything like this again... so long as no one was on the bridge with we when he called her comm, he could get out of this without anyone else knowing it even happened.
Of course, the other option was to call Natalia herself. She WAS technically reaponsible for all disciplinary measures on the ship, and breaking into a crew mates cabin seemed like solid grounds to cal her on. Then again, she could get... overzealous in her duties. She'd get the job done quick, but she'd likely make a big deal out of it, and David was really hoping he could just quietly get back to work as soon as possible. Not o mention the terrifying idea of being naked in front of such an intimidating woman...
The last option was probably the riskiest, if less immediately embarrassing. The ship had a laundry room, right in the same level as the living quarters, and David was sure he could find a spare jumpsuit there. Of course, that would involve traveling out into the halls, bare ass naked and dripping wet, and even though none of the girls were suppossed to be around the area at this time, the idea of being wrong about that was making his knees shake. Not to mention the fact that Gabby was probably waiting for him to open the door himself...
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