Together they have managed to free the ship’ sewers from a giant asteroid that had been blocking the toilets’ water system for weeks, and Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 9L had ended up becoming friends after saving each other’s butt from almost getting drown in the process. He had met his feline friend during his very first day at the GKND main Omega-Ship at one of the many tests the galactic command had given them to try their “endurance”, as they still continue to insist to this day. Nigel signed in relief and smiled down at one of his only friends in this whole adventure. Numbuh 9L angrily purred and with a large yawn, she curled herself back into her usual balled sleeping form. “Oh sorry, Numbuh 9L, I didn’t turn on the lights of the room so I didn’t see you already sleeping, so very sorry!” he nervously apologized to his fellow roommate. Numbuh 1 jumped slightly in surprise as the large furry purple ball moved and the big head of a cat-looking alien glared at him. The pillow landed on a large ball of fur that lowly growled back in a complaint. “It’s been 365 days already and I’m starting to seriously consider the only reason GKND chose me as their first Earth operative was to make me work as their galactic janitor!” he grabbed a pillow and threw it to the other side of the room angrily. Numbuh 1 rubbed his temples tiredly, his patience running thin as he continued his log date. Last training mission on Neptune’s base was a success…another cleaning emergency by Numbuh Ordinal commands…my team and I performed a janitorial diploid with no issues to report aside from the obvious lack of complete effort from Numbuh Geo-4, who I’m still 100% sure he’s just a rock and not a supposedly great operative from Sediment Minor…GKND continues to troll me with these useless training missions….” “Log date 2-8-15, this is Numbuh 1 reporting from Pluto’s orbital hub. “You may now start recording” the computer confirmed as Nigel cleared his throat and sat comfortably on his bunker bed, leaning his back on the wall while crossing his arms behind his head. He raised a hand and swiftly began to type over a holographic keyboard that his visors produced for him. Do you wish to start a new log date?” Press Y or N for confirmation” the computer greeted in its usual female mechanical voice thru the visor glasses of Nigel Uno. “Welcome galactic-level operative, Numbuh 1. “THIS ISN’T WHAT THE KIDS-NEXT-DOOR IS ABOUT!”Ī red screen with a beeping typing bar flashed in front of the eyes of a shadowed figure.
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