The heat was on! It was on the deflector shields, on the connecting walkway between the engine room and the control deck, even on the robotic cat hissing at passing humanoids.
Captain Kirkland slid down his control chair, his drenched shirt and pants no match for the rich Corinthian leather. “Boy, it’s soooo hot….”
The crew sighed. “How hot is it, Captain?”
“It’s soooo hot, the shaved ice in my Margarita melted and took the salt with it.”
Weak smiles from the crew as they continued their work.
Lieutenant Shock stepped forward and grasped the railing to avoid skating on the sweat which covered the floor. “Captain, it was already risky enough taking on the first mission to Mercury, but if I can be frank, your idea of checking out the Sun was ill-advised.”
“Noted, Lieutenant. Hey, did you know that your ears are down now? You look like one of those lop-eared rabbits.”
Shock returned to his station, muttering something in Vulcan.
Kirkland called out “Sick Bay.” Lights flashed.
“Sick Bay, here,” said a tired voice.
“Skeleton, can you do something about this heat affecting us all?”
“Dammit, Captain. I’m a doctor, not an HVAC repairman. We need to turn around. We’re running out of SPF 3 million.”
The captain shook his head.
“Ok…Boy... You try to do people a favor. I was gonna buy each of you a Kohrs custard and then we were going to have a Skee-ball tournament.”
Kirkland waved to his navigator. “Solo, reverse engines and get us back toward Mercury.”
The crew cheered.
The captain nodded. “Ok, Just don’t expect Manco and Manco on Mercury. We’ll be lucky if they even have clean restrooms there."