I had forgotten how amusing the ship's captain is.
The bridge is in chaos. Well, in what counts as chaos on the bridge. All the functione are still running smoothly, but it is clear something has thrown things off.
“Lieutenant,” Captain Bertelsköld greets you. “Do you see this?” they point at something in the middle of the floor between the captain’s and the pilot’s chairs.
You try to see from behind bridge crew, then give up and walk closer. Then you see it. “I do now,” you say. “It’s… a medical bed?”
“Yes,” the Captain says. “That would be my presumption as well.”
“What is it doing here?”
“That, on the other hand, is what I’d want to know as well. We seem to be of one mind, here.” The Captain nods. “I can only assume it is the very same medical bed that had been lost from the medbay, but, of course, I have no proof. Have at thee, Lieutenant.”
"Leif – " you start.
“Already on it,” Leif cuts in, already shifting to get a scent.
“Mira.”
“On it.” Mira grabs her scanner, searching for fingerprints, residues, fibres, and such.
Captain sits down at their chair, watching silently.
The rest of your team spreads out to find any other possible hints of what might have happened here; you stand in the middle, overseeing them. “Why isn’t Lieutenant Commander Moreau taking care of this?” you ask the Captain.
“She’s… unwell,” they say. “I’m afraid you must be the acting security chief for now.”
You nod. It’s not entirely unexpected; Moreau’s been in less than ideal condition lately, although you had expected she’d just been overly stressed and as such hadn’t slept enough. Maybe not; maybe she’s actually sick. You hope she’ll be better soon.
But it’s not what’s important now. You turn your attention back to the task at hand.
Leif yelps and sneezes, shakes himself furiously and shifts back to human.
“What?” you ask. “What?”
“That smells terrible,” Leif says, then sniffs again, now in his human form. “Yep. Still terrible.”
You sniff as well. He"s right, you realize, although you wouldn’t have realized it on your own.
“That’s strange,” Mira says. "We have residues – "
“As one would expect,” you say. “The bed couldn’t have moved on its own, so obviously someone has had to touch it, so obviously there’s some residues.”
“Let me finish, LT,” she says. “Residues that don’t make sense at all.”
“What kind of residues?” Kozlov asks.
“Like the bed’s been teleported and then launced into FTL on its own,” Mira says. "I wouldn’t be surprised if – " the bed shoots up and gets stuck in the roof. “Right, yeah. If it did that.”
“Would you mind,” the Captain said, “getting it off from there? I don’t think anyone wants to get a whole medical bed to fall on their head.”
“Working on it,” Kozlov says.
You manage to get the bed back to the floor by ganging up on it, but it’s still a struggle with whatever it is that’s keeping it in air attempting to get back up with everyone on it; you end up with a solution where you let it fly controlledly, and direct it it by its legs like it’s a helium balloon. This way, you deliver it to the science labs, along with your readings.
. I’d imagine that even scrolling up and down to review your scenes would be a chore 
The scrolling is probably the worst part but I sure won’t make that mistake again.
Even my variables had random names lol. Checking for these were terrible.
20K is no joke!
. You’re an inspiration dude 
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