From: 96906700afk@nene.ac.uk
Date: Wed, 04 Jun 1997 20:03:53 +0000 (GMT)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Low Road to the next planet
MD 07.2301
Scene: 10-Foreward Bar
"Look at those soppy braindamaged lovebirds.", Po'rom grunted
disgusted at Kree. The three furballs were sitting on the table and
sipping from tiny cups.
"They -"
"-seem to -"
"-be happy.", they pointed out.
"No doubt. Humans. Never seen anything so obsessed with each
other than that. It's the first time they actually left his room, y'know
? I wonder what they could have talked about all that time."
The three Kree, being telepaths and aware of what had happened in
the quarters of the FCO, exchanged glances and began to giggle
histerically,
in a very high pitched voice, which reminded Jeffrey Fletcher, security
and currently standing next to them drinking his beer, very much of a
Tom&Jerry cartoon. Or Gremlins 2. He was not quite decided, yet, but
thought it better to curtail his drinking spree on alcohol free lager and
go to bed. Alone. Like a proper officer, very unlike this red-head
Flight Officer staring deeply into the eyes of one Clarissa Darling,
formerly of Fletchers department and one of the few people he liked.
Darling, that was, not the FCO, whose guts he would not mind spilling, if
there were not regulations against it.
The doors swang aside and Ensign Unit glided in and heades
straight for the bar. "I would like to purlain, acquire, purchase a
measurement of 500 mililitre of your finest, most exquisit machine oil, if
you would be so kind.", Unit reeled off the order. Without batting an eye
the barman slammed a pint of bicycle oil on the counter. He had seen
stranger things than a robot buying a drink.
Oz, although only two meters away, was currently miles away.
About three galaxies, and then some. He was staring into the eyes of
Clarissa Darling. His Clarissa. They were so beautiful, just like her
face, her body, her voice -
"What ?", he asked perplexed, being rudely returned to reality by
Clarissa who was talking to him.
"I said, look, there is Unit.", she repeated. "Hey, Unit !"
The robot glided over, putting its glass down. "Hello, fellow
co-workers. A pleasant evening, is it not ? I cannot help but notice
that the entire flight crew is currently present in the lounge."
"You're forgetting Lucy. Lucy Lewis, remember her ? The one
who's flying the ship right now ?", Oz corrected him.
"Did you not get the message ? Miss Lewis is currently piloting a
shuttle to enable a crewmember to return home for a personal problem.",
Unit informed him.
Oz could hear the alarm bells ringing. Badly. He wondered why he
hadn't noticed before. He should have checked his messages. It was part
of his duty. But he had sort of forgotten. After he had stored the PADD
deep inside a soundproof box because its beeping had disturbed his
fondling of Clarissa.
"Okay. Right. We are all here. Lucy is in outer space.", Oz
said slowly, trying to be reasonable and unsuccessfully fighting panic.
"Then who is flying the ship ?"
There was a long, embarassed pause while nobody spoke.
OBVIOUSLY NOBODY. NO WORRY, APART FROM A MINISCULE BLACK HOLE AND
AN ASTEROID FIELD AHEAD THERE IS NO DANGER WHATSOEVER., Death broke the
silence, sitting in her black dress on the edge of the counter, grinning
amused.
"There is a black hole ? And an asteroid field ?", Oz said
shaked, then answered, "Yes. Of course there is. We are all going to die
!"
"Chill out, I'll take care of it.", Clarissa replied, all security
officer, taking responsibility and running out of the door, leaving Oz
behind shaking with shock.
Contrary to O'Graeachs worst case scenario, which was the first
that always came into his mind, unbidden, and usually preventing other
scenarios to follow, unless they were even less optimistic, nobody noticed
that the ship had been flying on autopilot for a few minutes. It did so
for most of the time, anyway, and nobody ever paid any attention to the
pilot, unless something terrible happened, in which case it was pilot
error. She simply slipped into the seat and took control. Maybe, if she
was lucky, she could test those phasers and photon torpedoes on a few
asteroids...
NRPG: Just a quick, short, brief post
I had my exams for Cognitive Psych, BioPsych, Social Psych and
Developmental Psych. Now all I have to worry about are my exams for
Comparative Psych, Evolutionary Psych, Differential Psych and one seen
paper. I'll be finished on friday. O'Graeach will return soon after
that. You have been warned... :)
Love,
Fabian
Ens. Ozwald O'Graeach, FCO, USS Chesapeake
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"It is wrong, always, everywhere and for everyone, to believe anything
upon insufficient evidence."- H. Eysenck
1st Witch: 'I don't hold with meddling with the occult. If you believe in
the occult you'll believe in spirits and if you believe in spirits you'll
believe in demons, and if you believe in demons you'll believe in gods.
And then you are in *real* trouble.'
2nd Witch: 'But spirits and demons and gods *do* exist !'
1st Witch: 'That's still no reason to believe in them.'
-Without permission from Wyrd Sisters
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