From: SomeGod <psychon@oocities.com> Date: Fri, 22 Aug 1997 00:09:37 -0700 Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: More, and more and more Reception talk <yawn>
************************************************************* ATTENTION: This text is of PG or less rating. That means that people with extreme sensibilities to Adult themes, Religous Leaders, Politicians, Fundamentalists, people without a sense of humour (okay, that's a tautology as it applies to all the aforementioned groups, but I thought I include it anyway) and people with a low two digit IQ (another tautology) should not read this text. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED There is nothing offensive in here, and nothing X-rated (oooops, there goes the rest of my readership), so don't bother looking for anything. ************************************************************* MD 14.2209 Scene: 10-Forward Lounge He shouldn't have done it. He definitly shouldn't have demonstrated how to snort tequila. He decided to file it away under Bad Ideas. The thing about snorting tequila was not so much that half your face went numb - the entire face if you snorted a shot up both nostrils - or that your brain seemed to go on a holiday, it was that it removed all his fear. Which, one might have thought, would be a good thing, given his constant tension and paranoia, but for Oz Fear was what kept him alive. "Oh, shure, I'd lurve to shee your planet.", he slurred, talking to the High Duchess, his brain temporarily so addled that his body refused to be afraid. Somewhere deep inside the voice of reason cried out, shouting 'No ! Are you insane, you drunken idiot ? The planet is swarming with those snakes !!!', but nobody listened to that voice. For the time being. "'ey, I'm the guy who flies shis big shingy here, shtarship, hick, I'll be able to fly a little shingy, shuttle, whatever. Shust shquare it wish sche Big Bosh, an' A'll take a bunsh o' ush down t'morrow. Hick.", he continued. "A tour will be set up for you to enjoy our beautiful capitol and meet some Corellian Citizens.", she said. "I am certain you will find Our citizens very kind and interesting." Oz snorted, then wished he hadn't. It wasn't the disgusting sound it made, rivalling that of an elephant with blocked sinuses trumpeting, it was the pain. "Y'know, yer worship, shome'ow I really doubt dat.", he said, wishing his facial muscles would stop feeling so paralyzed. He'd never snort tequila again. Ever. Not that eternity was that long. "I've met yer folks before. Twice. Didn't like 'em. Nasty little bastards, they were - ow !!! Shtop kicking me !" "Did I step on your foot ? I'm sorry.", Clarissa said sweetly, wondering whether she would manage to get her heel fixed. "Your Highness, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you." She curtsied, then turned to Oz. "Oz, sweety, why don't you go and get us something to eat. I am sure her Highness would like some of those delicious little biscuits." Watching the FCO stagger off towards the table, Clarissa smiled at the High Duchess. "Don't mind him, he's had a few bad experiences with Corellians in the past. I am sure, though, that he will find the tour - interesting. And so will the other officers that come." She did not mention that she was not too sure that the Captain would allow the tour, seeing that it might be considered favouritism. ************ "Go and do shis. Go and do dat. Go and fetch. What am I ? A dog ?", Oz mumbled to himself as he was filling a small plate with the aforementioned biscuits. "Bloody snakes, anyway." The effect of the tequila on his face was wearing off. "Excuse me, I could not help noticing you talking to the High Duchess.", someone next to him said. Oz glanced at him. One of the lawyers. He couldn't remember which one. Not that his vision was good right now. "Yeah. What's it to you.", the FCO replied. You couldn't trust lawyers. He was scared of snakes, but he despised lawyers. The difference between snakes and lawyers was that there were skidmarks in front of snakes. "Oh, it just seemed like a very interesting talk you had. So you are going to visit the Corellian Capitol ?" Aha, he had been listening in. "Yeah. Seems so. Can't say I'm looking forward to it.", Oz shrugged. "Can't stand the bloody snakes." Uh oh, tongue was still a bit loose and waggly. Better be careful what you are saying, he thought. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to drink this much. "Snakes ?", the lawyer asked. "Corellians. Whatever.", Oz shrugged and offered a biscuit. "Thank you.", the lawyer replied, nibbling. "So I take it you are not too fond of them ?" "Fond ? Hah !!!", Oz snorted again, and again loudly. People looked at him from all over the place. "Fond ? Listen, I met those bastards twice, and both times was the worst time of my life." He was not quite sure how that could be, but he decided it did not matter. There were lots of Worst Times in his life. Most if it, in fact. "Indeed ? Perhaps you would be interested in a visit to one of our Mining Stations ? There is one on the second moon which would probably of interest to a discerning man as yourself. I am sure you would enjoy it. In fact, I believe I shall offer your Captain and those of the Senior Staff, such as yourself, who wish to accompany him, a guided tour around the station.", the lawyer said, finishing his biscuit and taking another one. "Oh, gee, I couldn't imagine anything more exciting than a bunch of miners.", Oz muttered. He had seen miners before. Been one, although his job desciption had also been slave, so that had been a bit different. He was not to keen to meet a bunch of oversized, overmuscled smelly blokes with a low two digit IQ. He said so. "If you 'xcuse me, I think I'm supposed to bring these back to the Big Head Snake.", Oz said. "Corellians like them. Whatever faults they have, they sure know how to properly bake insects." "Insects.", the lawyer said lightly stunned. "Yeah, sure. Don't tell me you didn't know. Flies, beetles and some blueish dragonfly type thingy are mixed, squeezed, and then prepared with flour and sugar and chili sauce- where is he off to ?" He watched the departing lawyer hurry away, slightly green in the face. "Aw, if you can't stand the heat, don't eat alien food.", he shrugged. Which reminded him. He really could do with a Dogarian Vindaloo Laser Chicken now. Best chicken in the entire galaxy, as far as he was concerned. And not just because it had six legs. "'ere you go, yer majesty.", he said upon return, handing offering her the plate. The High Duchess delicately picked one and nibbled slightly on it. Clarissa noticed that she did not actually eat it. Or bite into it. Just as she did not seem to drink, just raised her cup to her lips. "Why, thank you, Mr O'Graeach.", the High Duchess said. "By the way, I noticed you had an interesting talk with -" "-with what's-his-face ? Yeah.", Oz shrugged. "Damn lawyers. Can't stand 'em. Always make my flesh creep. When I was on Oran 3 they had lawyers that had been alive for hundreds of years. Or rather, they hadn't died, and their flesh was sort of rotting and falling apart, but -" "Oh, there is someone I have not yet talked to. It would be very rude of me not to. If you excuse me, please.", Livia said hurriedly. "Why would she want to talk to Norman ?", Oz wondered. "Norman's the janitor for Alpha shift, and not a very good one." He shook his head. He'd never understand royalty. Of course, it was all that inbreeding that did it. They went Mental. He glanced around. "Look Clarissa, everyone's busy lookin' good and important an' making a good impression. Nobody would notice if we just, you know, disappeared." "We aren't supposed to. This is an official event. We can't just leave.", she replied. "Well, there is this storage room at the end of 10-Forward. It wouldn't be leaving, really, but nobody would disturb us.", he smiled at her. "Oz, you really have a one-track mind.", she mock-scolded. "Well, I can't see anyone needing us in the next hour or so, so, why not.", she grinned mischivious. "Let's go." The moved across 10-Forward, past tables, past the bar, towards the storage area which nobody ever bothered with. Clarissa tried to open a door, and found it locked. "Damn. Seems we are out of luck. They are probably all locked.", she said. "Prolly.", Oz agreed, pulling a small plastisteel instrument from his sleeve. It was lighter than metal, harder than steel, and would not show up on standard scans. "Gimme a sec." With a few twists he had unlocked the door and opened it. "Oooops, sorry.", he told the pair inside. "Wrong door. Ah - do you know whether the next room is free ?" He closed the door again and locked it with a twist. He looked at Clarissa. "Those two were engineers. I think. Difficult to say, with their clothing in a pile like that. But their uniforms looked like engineering uniforms." "You sound surprised.", she replied. "I didn't know engineers did that sort of thing. Hold on - open. And empty. Let's just hope nobody disturbs us..." They slipped into the storage locked and locked the door behind them... NRPG: Well, I just thought I'd get things moving a bit. So, what does Brennan say ? Can we do a trip to the planet ? And the mining station ? It would be a good way for our own Mad Romulan to check out this odd energy reading. And for the MCO to do something. And for O'Graeach to get into serious trouble (Do the words 'Irish', 'Independence Movement', 'Terrorist Attack' and 'Bomb' lead to any snap conclusions ? <VBEG>) Love, Fabian
Go to messages for August 1997 or latest