Star Trek - Daedalus Station (Comedy)

[Captain Dappet]

Warning: Some amounts of bad language and possibly questionable content will be included in this story.

Credit goes to:
The UKMercs, for inspiration.
ILoveHarry and Triam Paris also for inspiration.

Intro:
This story is about Micheal "Trip" Threms, a security officer from England, Earth and his Scottish colleague, Robert "Rab" Avery. They have been friends since the first day they started at the Academy, and a nuiscance for the superior officer or guardian since they took their first step.
Starfleet Command has made the grave mistake of putting them both on the same assignment, Starbase Daedalus in the Wendigo System, a usually quiet Starbase...

[Captain Dappet]

Daedalus Station


CHAPTER 1

Ensign Robert Avery and Ensign Micheal Threms were standing by the door again. Not just any door. THEIR door. This is the door they were assigned to guard.
�Trip...� Robert said to his friend Micheal, who�s nickname had always been Trip.
�Yes, Rab?� Trip replied.
�I�m bored�
Trip let out a heavy sigh.
�It would be better if you said summit...� Rab said.
�Have I got summat to say?� Trip said �Yeah, you could say that, pal. I�m bored too, awright? I�m bored, for spending eight hours of my life every bloody day, standing next to this great, big, bloody door...� He motioned towards the door �In this stupid bloody corridoor, on a stupid bloody starbase. And on top of it all, I got no one but a stupid, bloody scottish gitt like you to talk to. And all you have to say is how bloody bored you are! Now, what am I getting out from all of this?�
�Great! I might know this one!� Rab said.
�Aye?� Trip said, doubting his friend very much.
�A feeling of honour and pride to be a part of this great and...majestic...organization?�
�Not...quite...�
�Eeeh...A deep sense of satisfaction in the knowledge that you�re doing a bloody good job?�
�Oh, do me a favour.�
�Well...It cannot be the solitude!�
�Of course it�s not that.� He said and turned his attention to a door opening. Through it came a Bolian Science Officer. Trip gasped slightly and leaned closer to Rab, whispering.
�That�s the bloke...�
The Bolian walked past them and Trip nodded towards him in greeting.
�Good Afternoon.�
He walked past them, slightly uncomfortable that they were both following him with their eyes. Once out of hearing range, Rab asked:
�Who�s that?�
�The bloke I was telling you about!�
�No! Serious?� he looked in the direction the Bolian went. �Jesus Christ, he doesn�t even look the type!�
�I know! Strange, ain�t it?�

Just in that moment, the chief of security of the Starbase, Commander Victor Elroy Fogerty, known throughout the ship as �Sarge�, came through the door. Fogerty was well known for being hard on his officers.
�Atteeeeeention!� he yelled as he approached Trip and Rab.
�We are at attention, sir.� Trip said.
�Don�t call me sir. I work too hard to be addressed as sir, boyo. You will address me as-�
�Since when!?� Rab exclaimed
�Speak up, lovely boy. What words was that you just spat up?� Sarge said, locking his eyes sharply at Rab.
�Eeeeh...I was just puzzled from your last comment, Sarge.� Rab said, trying to explain himself
�And what particular part of my last utteration did your tiny brain find so perplexing, boyo?�
�The part of where you�re working deliberately, sir!� Rab said, losing his temper.
Sarge Fogerty crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Rab in silence.
�As a matter of fact� Rab continued �Trip and I were talking about this earlier. What exactly is it you do, anyway?�
Sarge still glared at him, silently.
�I mean, as far as we can make out from our limited intelligence and paltry observations of your daily routine, your working day consists of: One, shaking up us. Two, shaking up the maintenance drive. Three, shaking up the Replicator for giving you Mars instead of Snickers...�
�Oh, and don�t forget the little naps he has in the supply room...� Trip added.
�Oh! Yeah! The wee supply room snoozers! How can we forget about that? If you ask me, you�re a shining example of everything a Starfleet Officer should be, diciplined, vigilant, and not even a little bit of raspberry jam anywhere!�
Sarge Fogerty glared at Rab, took three steps forward and gave him a punch right in the face, causing him to fall unconscious...

To be continued.

[ILoveHarry]

WOOHOO!!!! MORE MORE MORE! This story needs a hot chick in it.... Oh, and thank you for the credit:)

[Captain Dappet]

CHAPTER 2

�Oy! What did you do that for?� Trip said, staring at Rab then at Sarge.
�Insubordination, of course.� He replied and looked down at Rab �Although, I have no doubt that the officer in question will be placed on a charge.�
�Charge!? What for?�
�Insubordination, dereliction of duty, obstructing an Admiral, and sleeping on the job.�
�Obstructing and Admiral? What Admiral? You�re a Commander!�
In that moment, Admiral K�Zev entered. Sarge Fogerty stopped him.
�Don�t be stupid, boyo! This Admiral here.�
�Me?� an utterly confused K�Zev asked.
�Yes, sir!�
�He�s not obstructing me...�
�Of course he is, sir! Look at him, lying about on the ground, and in doing so, blocking a vital runway in a most vital substation of this Starbase.�
�It�s uh...It�s a runway that leads to the Mess Hall...sir...� Trip said.
�Furthermore, your lack of action in this matter is questionable, ensign. I can only assume that you�re as much a part of this conspiracy as he is...What are you up to, boyo? Hm? Speak up!�
�Aww...You�re a crackhead, you are!�
Sarge crossed his arms once again and glared at Trip as he had glared at Rab before.
�Commander� The Admiral said meaningly.
�You...bastard, you...� Sarge said to Trip �You�ve been in my sight for far too long...I can have you thrown in the brig for that, you know?�
�Commander!�
�Yes, sir!�
�Leave the ensigns alone, commander. You have more important duties to attend to.�
�Pardon me, sir!?� Sarge exclaimed
�You heard me, commander.�
�Sir, these are clearly part of a conpiracy! They should be shot in my honest opinion, sir!�
The Admiral shrugged.
�File a report.�
�I most certainly bloody will, sir!� then he left through the door, red in his face as a tomato because of his anger and frustration.
The Admiral looked at Trip.
�Take your friend to sickbay, ensign.�
Trip looked down at Rab and groaned.
�The guy is heavy...�
The Admiral smiled.
�You�re young. Don�t worry about it.� With those words, the Admiral left aswell. Trip looked around for someone to help him. No one was around. He looked down at Rab and swore a silent curse to himself and started dragging his friend towards sickbay.

��You�re young. Don�t worry about it�� he repeated the Admiral�s words. �Yeah, my feet in their twenties, my arms in their mid-twenties and my back in it�s eighties...�

He proceeded to the sickbay, silently grumbling to himself.
As he entered, the doctor turned his attention from a 20th century magazine with pictures of half-naked women. He quickly stuffed it into a drawer.
�Er..� he coughed �What can I do for you Ensign?�
Trip glanced at the drawer.
�What was that you were reading, doc?�
�Aaah...I was...studying female physiology.�
�Of course. Female physiology is very interesting, don�t you think?�
�Er...� he coughed �Yes, very. So, what brings you here, ensign?�
Trip pointed at Rab, who lay snoring on the floor.
�He does.�
�What happened?� The doctor said, and stood up. �Get him on the bio-bed.�
Trip shook his head.
�Uh-Uh. I�m not carrying him another inch.�
The Doctor sighed and clumsily managed to get Rab up on the bio-bed.
�Sarge Fogerty punched him.�
The doc was silent for a while.
�I see.� There was almost a hint of fear in his voice, while he scanned him. �Well, he should be in fine shape within minutes. You go...do something...�
Trip raised his eyebrow and went over to looking at some diplomas on the wall.
Soon, the door opened and a beautiful woman came through. A crewman, by the looks of it. Her hair was dark, and her skin kind of pale. But she had a killer body, and a very pretty face.
Trip couldn�t help but follow her with his eyes. He whistled. She turned to him and smiled shyly, slightly blushing. He looked at her up and down a few times then shook his head, to regain self-control.
She talked a bit to the doctor and then left again, tightly followed by Trip�s gaze in the corner of his eye. As she walked past him she mouthed the words: �Call me�. Trip smiled broadly to himself and raised both his eyebrows. Poor girls, he thought to himself.

After a while, he heard Rab behind him.
�Ah...My head...� he said, in a confused tone. He looked around his surroundings a bit and thought about what could�ve happened. Suddenly, he remembered. It was clearly visible, as his facial expression changed from confusion to anger.
�That bastard!� he flew up on his feet and walked around the room �That bastard! Just wait till I find the biggest most poisonous bug in the whole galaxy and jam it down his trousers!�
The doctor looked at him with wide eyes.
�I think he�s quite healthy� he said.
�Thanks, doc.� Trip said and led Rab towards the door, as he was unable to navigate because of his anger. �Have fun with the female physiology, Doc.�
The Doctor�s jaw dropped slightly and his face went red.

[Voy_Girl]

Nice,

[ILoveHarry]

Lyd would NOT approve!!!!

[Thomas]

I like!

No Welshy?

[Sam Kenobi]

good job so far, I like it

[tom_88_2]

it is very good

[Captain Dappet]

CHAPTER 3

�Just leave me alone with him for five minutes! Five bloody minutes! I�ll break his nose, I shall bloody will!� Rab exclaimed when sitting in the Mess Hall with Trip.
�Hey, now, now, now. It�s awright.� Trip�s face turned into a grin �I�ve got an idea.�
Rab looked at him for a second and then smiled.
�Will it involve pain for Commander Fogerty?� he said
�Hmmm...No. Just plenty of embarrassment.�
�Give me the details� Rab said, now doubting in the idea as the pain had been ruled out.
�Okay, okay...� Trip leaned forward �It�s like this...Tribbles.�
�Tribbles?�
�Yeah, Tribbles.�
�What about the Tribbles?�
�We do some changing around. The well known order placed by Fogerty of raspberry jam, could easily be changed into Tribbles.�
�Right. If any of us knew how to hack into the system.�
�Don�t be stupid. WE�RE not going to do it.�
Rab was silent for a while, looking at Trip.
�You lost me.�
�Of course I did. It�s not like that�s a challenge.�
Rab opened his outh to say something but was interrupted by Trip
�I know a guy that can do it for us. Talented kid.�
�What�s his name?�
�Pig�
�Pig?�
�Yeah, Pig. Freddy Pig.�
Rab burst out in laughter.
�Freddy Pig...� he said, while laughing, so it wasn�t really hearable.
�I know. I did the same. But, he can do it. Then, Fogerty will have a hourde of Tribbles to take care of!�
�Fantastic, Trip!�
�Awright! Let�s get to it!�
Trip and Rab stood up and left the Mess Hall, and headed for the Science Lab.

They entered and looked arund, looking for Freddy Pig. Trip tapped Rab�s shoulder and pointed at a thin little guy with pitch black hair. He walked over.
�Hey, Pig.� Trip said.
Rab strangled a loud laugh, accomplishing a grunting sound.
Freddy Pig looked up at Trip.
�Hello, Mr Threms.� He said in a voice that was ready to break into falsetto.
�Hey, we need some help.�
Pig�s eyes widened and he stared at Trip.
�From...me?�
�That�s right. You�re the only person who can do it.�
�So...What do you want me to do?� Pig said nervously.
�Well, Commander Fogerty made a huge error. He mixed together two shipments. The rasberry jam was supposed to be a shipment of Tribbles, you see.�
�What a grave mistake.�
�Exactly! Now, we want to save his arse out of this, but we can�t. So we thought we might give you a tip.� Trip said smiling.
�Of course! I�ll do it right away!� Pig�s voice broke into falsetto in excitement.
�Great! Good Luck.�
Freddy Pig got up and ran off into the corridoor.
Trip raised his hand, and Rab smacked his hand into his.
�Great Job, mate.� Rab congratulated.
�Why, thank you, me ol� china. Let�s go to the bunker for now. The shipment arrives in the morning.�
�Right-O.�

Trip and Rab walked towards the crew bunker, and Rab went straight to the computer, and accessed his personal file. He was expecting a letter. His face filled with dissappointment as he lay down on his bed.
�No reply, yet?� Trip asked him.
�Nope.� Rab replied �Maybe something�s happened to her?�
�Nah. Lyd may be a troublemaker, but I don�t think she�s in that big trouble.�
�Alright, then why isn�t she answering our letters?�
�I don�t know! She�s probably just busy�
�Or she doesn�t like us no more.�
�Rubbish. She loves us both. �specially you.�
�I�m not so sure...�
�Aw, come on! Who are you trying to fool here, eh?�
�I�m not! Maybe summit terrible happened to her, and she needs our help and support, and...�
�Rab, she is just busy, awright!? I�m sure of it. Besides, you wanted to break it up with her anyway.�
Rab looked at him.
�Right...Yeah...You�re probably right.�
�Of course I�m right�
�And modest.�
�Yes, extremely.�
�Shut up, Trip, and let�s go to sleep. We�ll have a great day tomorrow.�
Trip laughed.
�Right you are, mate.�
With that, the two fell silent. Trip fell asleep quickly, but Rab remained awake. Looking into the roof, thinking of Lyd.

[Thomas]

Still liking,

*Rushes off to read the related fic thingey*

[ILoveHarry]

AWW! I love Rab! I mean.. Lyd loves Rab!

[tom_88_2]

its still good

[sabertooth1217]

Great CappyD!

[Captain Dappet]

Thank you all very much.

CHAPTER 4

Trip woke up early that morning. He yawned and got up, got dressed into his uniform, and tamed his rebellious shaggy brown hair, then he climbed up to Rab, seeing he was sleeping, he grinned. The best pranks are committed on those who are asleep.
He climbed down again and went through the bathroom locker, until he found the X-Tra Strong Toothpaste. He grinned and climbed back up to Rab, and squeezed some of the blue paste into the scotmans nose, then he quickly climbed down again and put the toothpaste back into the locker.
A few moments late, some grunting noises are heard from the bunk above.
�Jesus Christ!� Rab yelled, as he took the toothpaste out of his nose. �Trip! Ye English prick!�
Trip peeked up at Rab.
�Yes, me ol�china?�
After that, Trip found himself on the floor with Rab looking down on him from the bunk above.
�Bastard� he said, trying to get the remains of the toothpaste out of his nose.
Trip burst into laughter and rolled on the floor.
Rab climbed down and went into the bathroom.
�Yeah, yeah, you laugh...�
Trip stood up after a while, still laughing slightly.

After a couple of minutes, Rab and Trip walked out of the Bunker, looking for Sarge. Unfortunately, they didn�t find him before their shift started, so they took posistion by their door again.

After half an hour of looking after young female officers passing their door, Sarge came in.
�Ah, there you are. In time, for once� he said.
�Of course, sir. Our careers are very important to us. Right, Rab?� Trip said.
�Oh, yes, sir� he replied with exaduration.
After this small chat, Admiral K�Zev came in and glared at Sarge.
�Sir!� Sarge saluted.
�Commander...What is THIS supposed to be?� K�Zev asked and glared at Sarge while showing him a PADD.
Sarge looked at the PADD with big eyes.
�I don�t understand, sir. I-�
�Deal with it, Commander!� K�Zev shouted. �50 tribbles arent a cheap thing, and they came at no small expense to the Romulan tax-payer, as that was where they were apparently ordered from! You figure it out!�
Sarge straightened up.
�It�s those bloody bureaucrats, sir. I�ve said we should rid the galaxy of the Romulans too many times.�
�The Romulans aren�t really the problem, Commander.� K�Zev said �You see, when they arrived, one of them got out of the shuttle.�
�It�s done a runner? How did it manage that?� Trip asked, seeing how serious their little joke had become.
Sarge turned to Trip and looked at him sharply.
�Don�t ask stupid questions, lovely boy� then he turned back to K�Zev �How did the bobby escape, sir?�
�Well...We think that once Lieutenant Solian found out there were Tribbles coming, he ordered one of them to be sent to him for...scientific probing.�
Solian was a Bolian Science Officer, who had been known for perversities in the past, and also the one Trip had told Rab about yesterday, when they were guarding their door.
�Euuuugh...Eugh!� Trip groaned in disgust.
�Solian?� Rab said �Isn�t that the wee geezer that, eeeh...�
�Euuugh...� Trip continued.
�Bloody Hell! A Tribble!? That�s one sick and disturbed man.�
Sarge turned to Rab and glared at him.
�How DARE you speak of a superior officer in such a brandishing manner!?� he exclaimed �You are a disgrace to that uniform, boyo!�
�Commander, chastize your men later. After you�ve found that, or those, Tribbles, perhaps?�
�Of course, sir! I�ll deal with it straight away�
�Good. Deal with it quickly, Commander.�
Then K�Zev left. Sarge turned his attention to Trip and Rab.
�Right. You heard him, lads. Get cracking� he said.
�We!?� Rab exclaimed with wide eyes.
�I refuse to argue with you anymore, my lovely boyos.� He cracked a smile, obviously very content and chuckled �lovely boyos� he chuckled again �I�m off to check the supply room for...eh..saboteurs. You two, just run on down to the shuttle deck, sort those hairy buggers out this instance, or I�ll see to your demotions personally.� He chuckled once again �My lovely boyos�
Then he turned and left, grinning to himself at his newfound expression.
Trip and Rab were silent. Rab turned to Trip.
�Trip?� he said �I�ll kill you.�

[Thomas]

That one sort of backfired,

[ILoveHarry]

I laughed... I cried.... Lyd would love this one!

One thing... What's a tribble?

[Captain Dappet]

A small furry animal with a overly high reproductive rate.



James T. Kirk accompanied by a whole bunch of 'em.

[tom_88_2]

very good

[CaptJD]

Good Story, interesting characters.

[sabertooth1217]

im going to print this one

[Captain Dappet]

Thanks Next chapter is here

CHAPTER 5

Moments later, Trip was lying on the ground with a bleeding lip.
�Awright, maybe I deserved that� he said while touching his lip and looking at the blood now on his hand.
�Maybe? MAYBE!?� Rab shouted.
�Yes, maybe. You know, if we catch these tribbles and shoot �em, we may have a promotion coming our way AND Fogerty will look bad as he just sent us way to do his dirty work!�
Rab�s eyes narrowed as he looked at Trip.
�You think so?�
�Of course! I�m sure of it.�
Rab looked at him, many thoughts went through his head, leaving him a bit confused.
�Alright, then� he said and helped Trip up on his feet �Let�s go find those Tribbles!� they pulled up their phasers and left for the shuttle deck, where they ran around for hours, looking for even one single Tribble.
Realizing they were lost in the bowels of the Starbase they stopped for a while.
�This, is just great. We�ll be wandering �round here for days� Rab complained, as he had done for the last hour.
�Moan, moan, moan, that�s all you bloody do! Will you shut up and keep looking?�
Rab started to walk around.
�Here, Tribble, Tribble, Tribble. Come here, kitty!�
Trip crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Rab.
�You really are a twirp, aren�t you?�
Rab turned around and looked back at him, looking annoyed.
�Well, if you got a better idea-...�
Just in that moment, Sarge and the pretty girl from sickbay came rushing through the door with their phasers drawn.
Trip turned to Sarge.
�Well, hello there, Sarge Fogerty. Have you come to help us look for the Tribbles?�
Sarge put his hands to his sides and glared at Trip.
�So this be where you�re hiding, you useless pair of buckets.�
Trip looked over at the girl behind Sarge and their eyes met. She was more beautiful in the right light, which happened to be dark. Like, bowels-of-Daedalus-Station dark. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, which Trip found very attractive. She smiled shyly and turned away, and Trip smiled to himself, and was about to say something witty when a purring sound was heard.
Rab sharpened his ears �Wait...I think I can hear them inside the escape pods!� he said and ran off towards them, followed by Trip, Sarge and the girl from sickbay, whom Trip or Rab didn�t have the faintest idea of her name.
The purring was irregular.
�That sounds like Tribble purrs, don�t it?� he asked and listened.
�It sounds like summat, alright. But purrs is not the word I�d use to describe that noise� Trip said, remembering what he had been told about Lieutenant Solian�s previous perversities. He suspected that he might be inside there right now. �Go on, Rab. What are you waiting for? Get in there and shoot him.�
�Me!? Why can�t YOU do it?� he exclaimed �That could be a large, eight-foot-tall, angry and probably very pissed off Tribble in there! Me charging in there, shooting him will only make him more angry�
�Eight foot tall?�
�Eeeh...Could be�
�Anyway, I can�t do it. Someone needs to stay out here in case he escapes again�
�Can I not stay out here? I mean, after all, I�ve got my whole career in front of me�
�Well, so do I, wouldn�t you say!?�
Sarge took a step forward.
�Get in there now, or I�ll have you both thrown in the garbage compactor!�
Rab and Trip looked at Sarge.
�Okay, how�s this...How about we both go in there at the same time and blast the buggers?� Rab suggested.
�Okay...Okay...� Trip said breathing heavily �One...� he let out a deep breath �Two...Three!�
�Chaaaaaaaaaaaaarge!� they both yelled as they ran in and opened fire, to see Lieutenant Solian with a probe, in the process of inserting it on the backside of a Tribble, he looked up and yelled in fear at the sight of two security officers waving phasers around while firing. He jumped for cover behind a seat in the escape pod.

Outside of the pod, occasional purring can be heard, and phaser fire.
�Just what are those two boyos up to in there, eh? How hard can it be to kill some tribbles?�
�I don�t know, sir� the girl said. Her name was Laura Victoria Seymour, and she had been recently appointed to Daedalus Station as a crewman.
Sarge glared at her.
�A tribble is a small hairy bugger that does nothing but gets born, gives birth, purrs and dies. How hard can it be to kill that, eh, lassie?�
Laura looked down at the ground, as she knew he was probably right.
�Ah...I think it�s time to put together my careful planning, now...� he grinned.
�Might I ask what this plan is, sir?� Laura asked.
�Hmm...I suppose you could, as you will help me. These two has been a thorn in my side for far too long, and the station would do better off without them. We go in there, shoot them, shoot Solian, and shoot the tribbles.� He smiled.
�Kill everything that moves, sir?� Laura asked him carefully.
�Aye, that�s the spirit, girl. Lock and Load!�
With that, Sarge and Laura rushed into the escape pod, and was quickly overrun by tribbles.
Chaos erupted in the escape pod, and in the confusion, Lieutenant Solian tripped and fell on a button.
The door closed.
Everyone stopped firing, the only thing happening was the Tribbles jumping around slightly. A familiar computer voice was heard,
�Launch sequence activated. Launching in 10...9...�
�Rab, did you do that?� Trip asked.
�Nope, the control console is there next to Solian�s bum� Rab replied.
�Wouldn�t that close the door and send us off?� Laura asked.
�Yup, afraid so�
�Okay...So let me get this straight...� Trip said and paused �Solian sat on the launch button, and we�re all in here, completely bloody helpless, with a hundred Tribbles?�
�Afraid so again, aye� Rab said, nodding.
�Aw, bloody hell!�
The pod was then blasted off into space, and headed towards the nearest habitable planet...

[Thomas]

Sarge really thought he could get away with that?

[Captain Dappet]

Due to lack of imagination Chapter 6 will be delayed.

[Captain Dappet]

It is here!

CHAPTER 6

�Aw, crap...� Rab said and looked around at the floor which was filled with tribbles. �What do we do now?�
�What can we do?� Trip asked �We�ll just have to wait until we land.� He looked at Laura �Right?� she nodded. Then he looked at Sarge �Right?�
Sarge slowly turned to Trip and glared at him, and said through clenched teeth,
�Don�t talk to me, boyo! As soon we land, I�ll report you for kidnapping, deception and...and...and anything else I can think of!�
�What!?� Rab exclaimed.
�Take it easy, Rab. Just calm down, and let�s try to make this a pleasant trip.�
A Tribble jumped into the side of his head.
�I �tink you owe me an apology, boys.� Solian said suddenly �I was just doing my job here, when you came in and started shooting and all of that!�
�Your duty?� Rab asked doubtfully.
�Yes, that�s right. It was scientific probing.�
�Okay...But why did you have that look on your face when we came in?�
Solian stared at him.
�I-...I don�t know what you mean.�
�Eeeh, right. We�ll just leave you alone with the Tribbles and the probe...� Trip said and turned his back to Solian and looked at the others.
�Okay, so here�s what we going to do...We�re gonna wait...�
It was silent for a while.
�And by wait I mean we do anything that we would like, at the moment�
Just as Trip had barely finished the sentence, Sarge picked up a Tribble and broke it�s neck and grunted while retreating away to another part of the pod. Rab sat down and looked out in the thin air, thinking of Lyd, soon Tribbles were sitting on his head, shoulders and legs.
Solian looked for his probe, which he had lost in the commotion.
Trip looked at the others, and found Laura sitting down and doing nothing. He walked over to her and sat down.
�Hi� he said.
�Hi� she said back to him.
�I�m Trip�
�I know who you are�
�Oh, I see...� he paused �Well, I don�t know who you are�
She turned to him.
�Crewman Laura Victoria Seymour�
�I see. It�s nice to meet you. Sorry I didn�t call, by the way� he grinned.
She looked down and smiled, slightly blushing.
�That�s okay� she said.
�So, do you know anything about these escape pods? Is there someway to fly them?�
�There is a way to fly them...�
�Great!�
�But I don�t know how�
�Oh...Well, I guess we�ll just have to wait, then�
Trip and Laura had a long conversation, until finally the computer voice spoke again.
�We are approaching our final destination for Wendigo VI. Please ensure all passengers are wearing their sub-zero survival clothing, thermal underwear, and some gloves. Mittens are optional. Meanwhile, enjoy the soothing music.�
�Aw, bloody...hell...� Rab said and grabbed the nearest seat.
The pod entered the atmosphere and started shaking heavily, sending Tribbles flying across the pod. Then, eventually, they crashed into the snowy wastelands of Wendigo VI, and they all fell unconscious, buried by Tribbles...