Small update time. I've already re-written this bit a couple of times, so if anyone is reading this, I'd like some opinions for improvement
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Captain Turanga Leela prided herself on being smarter than most people she knew. She could solve complex mathematical problems without the use of a calculator. She had a wider vocabulary than all her co-workers combined (although she stubbornly refused to admit that this was only because the professor regularly forgot which language was supposed to be the one of his birth). And nobody could match her mental speed during intergalactic combat. There was, however, one aspect of her brain that the purple-haired woman almost never used; her intuition.
Leela had lived most of her life according to a motto she had heard once- being a survivor is all about intuition and heart; a good survivor can’t have either one
. She therefore believed that one’s intuition is at best, distracting, and at worst, dangerous. Her intuition was kept safely locked away where it wouldn’t bother her.
Turanga Leela’s intuition was bothering her now, and it was making it difficult to concentrate of being angry at her friend’s unbelievable insult.
“Hey, my pet died!” Bender stopped laughing long enough to notice that Fry was not moving.
Leela knelt down to feel the delivery boy’s pulse. It was racing. The nagging from her intuition was getting more distracting. She had been trying to ignore the little niggling feeling, finding it much easier to simply be furious with him.
"Hmmm. He's not dead, but he might be soon if we don't get help." She felt his forehead. He was starting to burn up.
“HELLO?” she looked up and yelled to whoever might be outside. “WE NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!” Her cry was lost down the deserted hallway. The strong forcefields on the cell doors made escape impossible and prison guards therefore redundant.
Despite her fury at her red-headed friend’s behaviour in the past twenty four hours or so, that nagging feeling in the back of her mind just would not let up. She gazed down at Fry’s slack face. Very, very wrong
, she thought frantically to herself, finally letting her pesky intuition win over the stubborn part of her mind. She went to the door and yelled a second time. Her only reply was the echo of her own voice flung back at her.
“Why isn’t this place guarded? What sort of idiot would leave the entire brig of a military vessel completely unattended?” Problem was, she knew exactly what sort of idiot would leave an entire prison deck unattended. The sort of idiot who would throw innocent people in prison and then arrogantly assume that his second-in-command would worry about it.His second in command.
“That’s it!” the captain exclaimed in sudden realization.
“That’s what?” asked Bender, looking up from where he was leaning over Fry in an attempt to turn him over and steal his wallet.
Leela didn’t reply. She started tapping away on her Wrist Thingy ™ in desperate search of something she had almost completely forgotten was stored in there.
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