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SKYTREK - CHAPTER 7 (standard:humor, 3437 words) [7/15] show all parts | |||
Author: Danny Miami | Added: May 16 2010 | Views/Reads: 2170/1771 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Chapter 7 of the comedy adventure scifi novel. | |||
CHAPTER SEVEN “Ah've modified the Orion's engines so they run on diesel! My God, the fuel we use when we're travellin at Warped Speed! Since Ah'm the Chief Engineer, Ah collect the Bonus Points when we fill up at Space Stations. Ah've enough Points saved for a grand wee holiday on Mars after this mission!” JOCKY PART ONE Aboard the Klinger Mother Ship General Draygo had been monitoring events closely. His desire to kill Captain Kork had been temporarily eclipsed by the stronger desire to find out what Kharg was up to, especially as it might lead to something advantageous, Kharg not being the type to waste his time pursuing trivia. The General had seen him leaving Dulcodaz and had no choice but to follow which left him with a slight problem – how to take care of Kork and the Orion. The problem had been solved when Corporal Brick and Private Partz had ‘volunteered' to stay behind in another small attack ship and do the job. Satisfied with this alternative plan but with heavy reservations regarding its successful outcome, Draygo had gone after Kharg, leaving them in position just outside Dulcodaz, invisible under their Cloak. “So when would be the best time to attack?” Private Partz asked, staring out the attack ship's small observation window at the endless blackness of space. “Dawn,” Corporal Brick announced confidently. Private Partz furrowed his thick brow. “Dawn?” “Yeah, dawn,” Corporal Brick repeated. “All be half-asleep, won't they? Won't be expecting anything.” “Oh yeah!” said Private Partz, his thick brow unfurrowing. “That's quite good that. I'd never have thought of it.” “I know, that's why you're still a Private and I'm a Sergeant.” Private Partz gazed admiringly at the two stripes on Corporal Brick's arm. “So that's what you are then – a Sergeant?” “Yeah that's right, a Sergeant.” Private Partz stared out the observation window for a few moments, deep in difficult concentration. “I always though it was four stripes for a Sergeant?” he said at last. “Naaa,” scoffed Corporal Brick. “That's a Captain.” “Oh is it?” the Private said, nodding. He glanced down at his own arm which was bereft of any markings of rank. “Think I might get a stripe after this job?” he asked. “More than that,” the Corporal replied confidently. “You'll probably get to be a Major or something.” “A Major!” Private Partz said excitedly. “Wow! What would you get to be?” Brick pursed his thick lips. “A Lieutenant probably.” “A Lieutenant? That means I'd be above you.” Lieutenant Corporal Brick nodded. Major Private Partz stared out the observation window again, deep in thought. “Shouldn't you start calling me ‘sir' then?” he asked eventually. Click here to read the rest of this story (472 more lines)
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