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SKYTREK - CHAPTER 7 (standard:humor, 3437 words) [7/15] show all parts
Author: Danny MiamiAdded: May 16 2010Views/Reads: 2170/1771Part 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. 



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