CHAPTER 4
Commander Speaker slowly opened his eyes, ... or so he thought. As awareness returned, he pondered whether he was truely awakening or if he was still under the mind haze of the Serian Mud Rat pie that he overindulged in after the frogs. The mind haze can trick your consciousness, even while unconscious. Finally, Commander Speaker concluded, "I am, therefore I am" with feelings of dejavoodoo [sic] [really sic!] His eyes focused on the bright glare of the bridge lights. Slowly the fuzzy image of a fave hovering over him clarified into his friend and nemesis and mentor and student and ... well, .. I diverge... Cap'y Dolan.
He heard Cap'y Dolan's voice reaching to him through the haze, "Commander! You're alive! I thought that you died and I was no longer "Number One". I mean, ... that's a GOOD thing .... sir."
Without warning Commander Speaker heard those ominous words he had come to loathe, "Okay, that's it. That's a wrap". As he tried to rise the Gates Wrap surrounded them all. They were all cocooned in shrinkwrap left over from an obscure computer virus from the 21st century.
Captain Dolan shouted, "I really hate when that happens!" just before the wrap covered his mouth. Simultaneously, in synchronized motion, Captain Dolan and Commander Speaker began farting. Predictably, the Gates Wrap dissolved. As the lights dimmed and the props department began a flurry of activity around the mock bridge. Commander Speaker and Captain Dolan exchanged glances. A whole story (which this author will forgo for now) passed between them in the quickness of that glance. Understanding and kindred thoughts and feeling transmitted in the nonverbal communication of that glance. Captain Dolan and Commander Speaker pined for bygone days before retirement, when they were truely the finest in the Inter Aegian Fleet of Terra.
In a flash of subtle hand signals that looked like the swatting at a pestering flying insect (Karlenian language. Karlenians were eight legged/armed creatures from an environment without atmosphere with which to carry sound, ... anyway...) Captain Dolan prompted Commander Speaker to meet, as usual, at the Introverted Portal Cafe. Six servings of Erikanian Larva chased down by an equal number of Mardacien Mold, the cafe bots "escorted" them home ... again ... like every other day.
"AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSER, GILTTRIPPS TRAVEL ... "
Fade to identical shades of grey ...
{OOC (Out Of Character) Good god Mikey ! We desperately need ... well, a lot of things, like a new transducer for the holodeck, an upgraded bio-interface for the master drive comuter, ummmm…. A new sponsor wouldn't hurt either, heheh, but I digress.
Commander Speaker slowly opened his eyes, ... or so he thought. As awareness returned, he pondered whether he was truely awakening or if he was still under the mind haze of the Serian Mud Rat pie that he overindulged in after the frogs. The mind haze can trick your consciousness, even while unconscious. Finally, Commander Speaker concluded, "I am, therefore I am" with feelings of dejavoodoo [sic] [really sic!] His eyes focused on the bright glare of the bridge lights. Slowly the fuzzy image of a fave hovering over him clarified into his friend and nemesis and mentor and student and ... well, .. I diverge... Cap'y Dolan.
He heard Cap'y Dolan's voice reaching to him through the haze, "Commander! You're alive! I thought that you died and I was no longer "Number One". I mean, ... that's a GOOD thing .... sir."
Without warning Commander Speaker heard those ominous words he had come to loathe, "Okay, that's it. That's a wrap". As he tried to rise the Gates Wrap surrounded them all. They were all cocooned in shrinkwrap left over from an obscure computer virus from the 21st century.
Captain Dolan shouted, "I really hate when that happens!" just before the wrap covered his mouth. Simultaneously, in synchronized motion, Captain Dolan and Commander Speaker began farting. Predictably, the Gates Wrap dissolved. As the lights dimmed and the props department began a flurry of activity around the mock bridge. Commander Speaker and Captain Dolan exchanged glances. A whole story (which this author will forgo for now) passed between them in the quickness of that glance. Understanding and kindred thoughts and feeling transmitted in the nonverbal communication of that glance. Captain Dolan and Commander Speaker pined for bygone days before retirement, when they were truely the finest in the Inter Aegian Fleet of Terra.
In a flash of subtle hand signals that looked like the swatting at a pestering flying insect (Karlenian language. Karlenians were eight legged/armed creatures from an environment without atmosphere with which to carry sound, ... anyway...) Captain Dolan prompted Commander Speaker to meet, as usual, at the Introverted Portal Cafe. Six servings of Erikanian Larva chased down by an equal number of Mardacien Mold, the cafe bots "escorted" them home ... again ... like every other day.
"AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSER, GILTTRIPPS TRAVEL ... "
Fade to identical shades of grey ...
{OOC (Out Of Character) Good god Mikey ! We desperately need ... well, a lot of things, like a new transducer for the holodeck, an upgraded bio-interface for the master drive comuter, ummmm…. A new sponsor wouldn't hurt either, heheh, but I digress.
posted by Mike and Tina at 8:26 AM
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Change sponsors? But the ad uses an "Diva Eight Legger"! Great legs!
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