SKYTREK - CHAPTER 4 (standard:humor, 4173 words) [4/15] show all parts
Author: Danny Miami	Added: May 09 2010	Views/Reads: 2271/1765	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Chapter 4 of the comedy novel.

CHAPTER FOUR 

“It's a dead loss torturing some aliens. Soon as you turn on the current
they dissolve into a big blob of jelly and slide all over the floor. 
Makes one helluva mess of your boots. Klingers are just the pits. 
They're a real waste of time. No brain – no pain, no pain – no fun!” 

BUTCH BRADLEY 

PART ONE 

CAPTAIN'S LOG : STARDATE 502.41 First Officer Sprock and I remain
trapped aboard the empty warship as it travelled towards Dulcodaz. 
During the journey the ship seemed to be controlled by an external 
power and nothing we did could alter the bridge controls. We remained 
in contact with the Orion and following my orders they remained one 
space mile behind us. After travelling for an hour the warship began to 
accelerate and Mr Zulu informed us that we were approaching Dulcodaz. 

SUPPLEMENTAL We have now entered the planet's atmosphere as has the
Orion but the warship doesn't seem to be docking and is slowly orbiting 
Dulcodaz. Despite repeated communication attempts both from ourselves 
and the Orion no reply has yet been received from whoever brought us 
here. 

PART TWO 

Remaining just outside scanner range, the Klinger Mother Ship had
stealthily followed the Orion and the warship across space as they 
headed towards Dulcodaz. Having been thwarted in his earlier attack 
plan, General Draygo decided the time was ripe to implement his next 
one – beaming across a couple of his warriors to the Orion on a suicide 
mission to kill Captain Kork. Unfortunately for him he wasn't aware 
that the Captain was still trapped aboard the circling warship. 

He rose from his chair on the bridge and summoned his First Officer. “Is
the suicide squad ready?” he asked. 

“Yes sir,” the First Officer replied. “They're over by the Transporter
Platform.” Draygo nodded and strode across to where his two black 
leather clad warriors were waiting. Dennis was the tall skinny one and 
Otto the short stocky one. 

“This is very brave of you men,” the General said gruffly to them. “You
are a credit to your race and your sacrifice will always be remembered. 
Good luck.” 

Dennis and Otto grinned and stepped on to the Platform. 

“Thanks sir,” said Dennis, brushing his long black hair away from his
face. “See you when we get back.” 

Draygo saluted and turned away. Just as he was about to give the order
to activate the Transporter something suddenly occurred to him and he 
turned back to them. “What did you just say?” he asked, his forehead 
frowning into thick lines. 

Dennis grinned. “See you when we get back, sir,” he repeated. 

“What d'you mean when you get back?” 

“When we get back from the mission, sir.” 

Draygo paused. “But you're not meant to come back.” 

Dennis' thick eyebrows rose. “Not meant to come back, sir? What about
the presents?” 

“What frigging presents!?” Draygo barked. 

“The presents from the seaside.” 

“The seaside!? What the hell's the seaside got to do with the mission!?”




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