Woo-hoo! Chapter Seven is here! Things are about to get interesting here, for now Wallace has arrived in the Postulate’s docking bay, and some important characters are going to be introduced here.
Without further ado, the long-awaited Chapter Seven!
Chapter Seven: Enter Mo, the Neat Freak
“I’ve only seen it in holo-ads back home,” Wallace told himself, “but this is ridiculous! I didn’t think it be this huge. It’s probably bigger than the Death Star, by the looks of it.”
The transport approached the exceedingly massive starliner slowly but steadily. The word “Postulate” was written bold and proudly on the bow of the cruiser, and a ShoppyMart logo was printed to the left of it. The consular ship was then taken inside Docking Bay 327, with the assistance of docking vehicles. Docking teams waited at the bay floor to help bring it in safely.
After a safe docking, Wallace unbuckled himself and crept out of an entryway on the side of the ship. He then crawled out onto a bridge, and treaded his way to a ramp, where he saw a group of people, dressed in clean uniforms, running amuck, as if they were preparing for something big.
Wallace was in a state of pure shock—he had never seen so many people before, all running back and forth to do their jobs. He was also struck by the fact that the place was clean and spotless, like nothing he had ever seen before back on Earth; he could even breathe the air without worrying that his next inhalation could kill him.
“I can actually breathe here,” Wallace whispered to himself, “It feels fresh and non-toxic.”
“The scouts are back!” a crewmember cried out, “Prepare for unloading.”
Wallace hid inside the entryway of the ship, still confused by all the commotion. “What in the world—I mean, what in the universe is all this? I thought this was supposed to be a cruise liner where people could vacation, not work!”
Many other crewmembers set up an unloading station for the five scouts (of which Evelyn was one), and some workers headed up to bring down the scouts to the floor. Wallace hid under a hover-bed, being taken along with Probe Three.
“I’m pretty sure this is a faster way to Evelyn,” Wallace told himself.
Up in a control room overlooking the docking bay, two overseers were watching over the operations down below. They were viewing reports on their holo-computers.
“Seems like the reconnaissance mission was pretty fast this year,” said Ron, the first overseer, “We usually give then about a month.”
“According to this report,” began Sherrie, the second overseer, “It seems that Probe One sent a distress signal. I wonder what the emergency could have been.”
“Hold on to the report,” advised Ron, “Once we get the results of the recon, we could probably see what’s going on, and send the report to Postulate Superior if needed.”
“Will do,” answered Sherrie.
Ron then pulled down a microphone and hit an intercom button, “Ok, the scouts are here. Summon the Clean Team!”
A crewmember on the bay floor pressed a button on his control pad, calling for four custodians to clean the scouts. The janitors marched out of their station in a single file line. The first one was Adrian Mo, who carried a Swiffer™ Wet Jet. The second one was Dyson Eureka, who carried a vacuum. The third one was Selena Febreze, who carried a bottle of fabric softener, and the fourth one was James Buffer, who carried an electric buffer.
“Stop!” called Mo, the lead janitor, “Wait for it…now!”
A crewmember lane lit up on the floor, and Mo led his squad to the platform where they had placed the scouts. His first job: cleaning up Evelyn. He used his heat-sensitive lenses to detect any dirt or germs present. His lenses computed Evelyn to be 16% contaminated.
“Germs make me sick,” Mo grumbled, “Well, gotta get to work.”
Mo adjusted the handle of his mop and started to clean Evelyn. His “clean team”, then finished her off by shining her, vacuuming her, and spraying her uniform to smell nice. The group subsequently moved on to Probe Two.
“What is going on here?!” Wallace talked to himself, standing next to Probe Three, “I don’t know what any of this is, but it sure is strange.”
At that moment, when Mo got around to working on Probe Three, he also caught sight of Wallace, which he computed to be 100% contaminated.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Mo told himself, “This is all so very wrong.”
Wallace just stared at the obsessive janitor. Mo thrust his mop at the dumpster diver, trying to cover him with suds and Swiffer™ Wet Jet liquid.
“What is the matter with you?” asked Wallace playfully.
“What’s the matter?!” Mo grew angry, “You are covered in foreign contaminant!
That’s what the matter! I can’t have a dirty lad like you running across this immaculate, sanitary, hygienic luxury cruiseliner and ruining its spotless, spick-and-span beauty!”
“What’s foreign contaminant?’ asked Wallace as he treaded around the floor.
“The junk you’re covered in!” answered Mo, holding his nose.
“You’ve got a lot of issues, shorty,” Wallace told Mo, “by the way, you have something on your nose. Let me get that for you.”
Wallace reached to wipe a speck of dirt that had landed on Mo’s nose, and in the process, covering his face and helmet with dirt.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh!” Mo screamed, “LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO MY HYGIENIC FACE!!!”
As Mo struggled to clean his face with his mop, an elevator arrived, a red lane lit up on the floor, and a well-groomed officer stepped out. He was dressed in a white uniform and black boots, resembling an Imperial Officer’s attire (from Star Wars), and a red hat. The badge on his tunic was a hidden camera. His name was Grand Moff Gopher, and he actually did resemble Grand Moff Tarkin from Star Wars. Two Stormtroopers (Postulate police officers) followed him as he walked down his red police lane, making their way to the scouts.
“Ignore the neat freak,” Grand Moff Gopher began, “We must begin scanning these scouts, though I’m pretty sure they’re all negative, as usual.”
“Sir,” began one Stormtrooper, “Maybe we should send a report up to Postulate Superior saying that they’re all negative again so we don’t have to go through this trouble.”
“I’m not in charge, but we must comply with the procedure,” Grand Moff Gopher explained, “Well, then, let’s begin the useless scan.”
Grand Moff Gopher took out a scanning device from his belt, and started running the diagnostics with Probe Five. As he progressed down the platform, he caught sight of Wallace.
“Hmm, that’s odd,” the officer told himself, “Well, better keep moving.”
Grand Moff Gopher continued his scanning until he reached Evelyn. When he scanned her, his red scan beam suddenly turned green, computing a “Positive” result. Alarms went off in the docking bay, and all the lights turned green. Crewmembers ran across the floor as if an unexpected apocalypse had come upon them.
“Code Green! Code Green!” screamed the crew, “Activate a transport this instant!”
In the control room, Sherrie began to file a report to send up to Postulate superior.
“We have a specimen on the premises,” Sherrie reported over the intercom, “I’ll be activating a transport; Stormtroopers, please escort Probe One to Postulate Superior immediately!”
Back on the floor, a hover-transport was activated and sent to the platform. Grand Moff Gopher called for his two stormtroopers, and they immediately took Evelyn, and loaded her onto the transport.
“We cannot lose her,” Grand Moff Gopher warned his guards, “Activate the energy bands!”
A stormtrooper pressed a button on the transport’s control pad, activating three energy bands to restrain Evelyn. Wallace, desperate to get to his love, followed the officials as he treaded his way across the clean, shiny floor of the Postulate’s docking bay.
“I wonder what the co-pilot is going to say about this,” Grand Moff Gopher told himself, “We’ve never had an emergency like this before.”
Back in the bay, Mo was still going berserk, scrubbing the floor with his mop. To him, his meeting with Wallace seemed like his worst nightmare had just come true.
“I’m gonna clean you to oblivion!!!” Mo screamed, noticing Wallace’s shoe-prints on the floor. He was determined to clean up the trail, but he was afraid to jump off his crewmember lane.
“I hope the officials don’t bust me…” Mo grew nervous.
Mo took a step off his work lane, and nothing happened. Relieved, he then proceeded to wash Wallace’s grimy trail.
“That dirty boy is gonna get the cleaning of his life!!!” the neurotic janitor shouted into the air.
Wallace was now inside an elevator, along with Grand Moff Gopher and the two stormtroopers, who didn’t seem to notice him hiding behind the transport.
Whew! Wallace thought to himself, they don’t even know I’m here. Good.
Wallace then kneeled down and leaned on the transport, gazing at Evelyn’s face.
“It’s gonna be alright, Evelyn,” Wallace whispered, “I’m pretty sure this Postulate Superior will figure out how to wake you up or something.”
Oh dear. Wallace’s first meeting with Mo! 
*Note The character Dyson Eureka is not to be confused with Bissell Dustbuster, another VAQ-M unit (yes, they are designated with robot names to indicate their occupation onboard the ship), who is to be introduced in a later chapter.
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