Chapter 6 Submission
SUBMITTED BY: CM Jamie / SCS-1O / ISD Nemesis / Imperial Navy
HOLONET REGISTRATION: <gulraysjamie@hotmail.com>
SUBMITTED ON: 2008.05.16
*Achoo*
*ACHOO*
Commander Jamie woke up with startling sneezes.
“Oh what in the name of the Emperor?”
I groaned, rolling over to see my datapad. 4.30
hours. “Oh fierfek!.” I lay
back for a few seconds then jumped out of bed, scrambling around for my
uniform. Ten minutes to get to the bridge of the beloved Nemsy
and no anti-pollen tablets either, great. That blasted visiting ISB agent and
his bloody flora. I had right mind to shove doughnuts down his throat, but
decided that it wasn’t worth getting court martialled
for that.
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Gulrays smooths his olive-grey attire as the turbolift reaches the bridge level.
Reaching the rather fatigued looking Line Captain Junon,
I performed a crisp salute. Junon gave a rather
perfunctory salute back and passed me a dataslide.
“Enjoy, Commander”. Fat chance of that I thought, as he waddled off, but gave a
smile none the less.
I glanced down at the datapad, having nothing
else to do.
New cargo arrived, maintenance on the port hull aft-side complete; turbosteel reinforcements to the weakened section near the
secondary command deck; blah, blah, blah all stuff that would turn the freaks
in maintenance on, I’m sure, but nothing I was interested in. I scanned the
rest of the slide, looking to find a new plan against the so-called “
“Is everything ok, Commander?”
“Yes, yes, don’t worry old bean. We’ll have a drink
in the bar at
“Sure thing, Commander.”
I actually quite like Lieutenant Babelfish,
probably due to her being one of the few females around on my watch. Things
could have developed between us, but it’d be very awkward. It would make our
positions untenable so I had to settle with drinking with her or the odd
innuendo.
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The troop carrier landed, with the new, so-called “Zerek
bridge crew”. I always hated these arrivals – best uniforms, officers lining
up, either to greet some stuck-up dignitary who had no idea what the Empire of
today was suffering, or to welcome/scare brats fresh from the academy. The stormtrooper escort of two lines marched towards the
carrier and smartly turned to face centre. I didn’t even know we had this many stormtroopers on duty, never one around when you needed
one, no doubt.
As the squad exited the carrier, an over-excited Lieutenant marched
enthusiastically towards me. I groaned inside.
“Greetings Lieutenant, pleasant journey I hope?” I said with false
inquisitiveness.
“Oh yes, sir, I mean Commander, sir. Pleasure to be here,” the
Lieutenant bumbled, whilst I tried to remember his name. Hazey,
Hazlenut or something…?
“Likewise to have you here, I’ll show you to your stations.”
The squad marched behind me, in good timing I noticed, all the way
through the long corridors of the Nemesis. I was taking them via the long route
of course, try and impress the with the grandeur of
the Nemsy. My mind wandered, looking forward to the
fact it was almost
“Wow, she’s so big” I heard one Ensign say in awe, before another one
shut them up whispering “I heard Jamie’s a discipline freak, so keep quiet you nerf-herder”.
Jolly good, nothing like having a crew scared of you, tends to make
them do what you want. Throw the odd compliment here, the odd scolding there.
Carrot and stick, as my old Lieutenant had told me, Carrot and stick.