🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 4 - Some First Lessons ☕✈️📝

No, I shouldn't think about it. I'll just get riled up.

"Oh." Wrecker uttered, a little uneasy and she snapped out of her wandering state of mind. "So, we shouldn't be giving you caf then?"

"Well, considering it was never mentioned in the arrangements and I was allowed to eat in the cafeteria with the rest of the clones, I assume I'm allowed to eat whatever I want now... within reason."

Wrecker nodded slowly, then perked up. "Hey Hunter, since we have a kitchen does that mean that we can eat whatever we want now too?"

He wryly smirked back. "That depends: who's going to cook?"

*crickets*

By now Tech had finally found the ground caf bean container (and made a mental note to organize the cabinets in a more intuitive way). A new pleasant scent reached SAC-1's nostrils and she took in a deep breath with a serene look on her face.

"That smells HEAVENLY." She declared wistfully, and Wrecker smiled at her while Tech set down a tray with five mugs of caf, a tin of sugar, and a cream jug onto the table.

SAC-1 snatched a mug and excitedly took her very first sip, only for her eyes to widen, and she gagged at its bitter taste. "BLECH! If only it tasted as good as it smelled!" She lamented.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that caf is also very bitter." Tech pointed out two seconds too late.

Wrecker, who was shoveling spoonful after spoonful of sugar into his mug like a mad man, did so with her mug. "Try it with this!"

She tentatively took another sip and licked her lips after. "Definitely... better."

"Here." Tech said from his spot next to Crosshair, handing her the creamer across the table after he was finished with it.

Swiftly adding a splash of creamer she tried it again, and nodded in satisfaction. "Now it's actually drinkable."

But about thirty minutes after SAC-1 finished her mug of caf, strange things started happening to her. Senses were heightened more than they already were - she swore she could taste colors and see sounds - and it alarmed her until Tech explained that's what caffeine could do... But not with such a little amount.

When she began nervously pacing the common area, muttering nonsense then giggling uncontrollably over whatever she said, it was decided that it would be best if she didn't have caf regularly because she apparently could not metabolize caffeine too well, though Crosshair voted that they give it to her every day!

Tech allowed her to pace which would release the pent-up energy and gave her water so she wouldn't dehydrate, while Crosshair watched the whole scene with a shit-eating grin on his face, and at one point asked Tech if he could put this on a holodisk so he could watch this scene over and over and over again.

Tech unfortunately said no, much to his vast disappointment.

Then, after about five hours of this delirious - but comical - behavior, SAC-1 collapsed onto the floor in front of the workbench and conked out, completely dead to the world for three whole hours.

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SAC-1 groggily woke up and, upon realizing what had happened, felt her face heat up and turn crimson in severe embarrassment, but then felt a pounding in her head that took all of her attention away from the things she had done under the influence of caffeine.

With a hand on her pulsating head, heavy eyelids and disheveled hair SAC-1 walked into the cockpit where everyone except Tech was sitting, waiting for the hyperdrive to signal that they had reached their destination.