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Sunday, June 19, 2005

Space Dad

The dual suns of Arctura 5 began to fade behind the ship. Dad breathed a sigh of relief. He'd never admit it to the crew, but there had been a moment, during that seemingly infinite stretch of time when the Cladulon assassin had them pinned down, when Dad himself had felt despair. He'd come close to panic. What brought him back from the edge, what always brought him back, was the knowledge that he was responsible for the lives and safety of his crew.

Cadet Junior looked up from the Navi-Puter. "Captain Dad! Captain Dad, can you come here a moment?"

Dad strode over to the console, glad to have something on which he could focus besides his recent brush with un-Captainy behavior. The young cadet pointed to the screen.

"What's the problem, cadet?" Dad asked in his usual confident manner.

"Well, sir, I was just logging in the coordinates for the trip to Remulac 7 and I noticed that some of our settings are off." The cadet sounded shaky.

"Could your calculations be off, cadet?" Dad was worried. It wasn't like Cadet Junior to make errors.

"No, Captain. I double-checked my figures."

Dad smiled. If he knew Cadet Junior, he'd probably quadruple-checked those figures. "Has anyone else had access to the Navi-Puter?"

Junior checked the log. "Yessir. Ensign Sis relieved me at 09:30."

Dad had Ensign Sis paged to the bridge. He brought her to the console. "Ensign, did you make any adjustments to the Navi-Puter when you relieved Cadet Junior?"

The ensign's eyes blazed with anger. "Negative, Captain, I--"

Junior cut her off. "That's nonsense, sir! Sis was the only one who could have--'

"Listen, Junior, I didn't touch one stupid thing on your stupid--"

Captain Dad had had enough. "That's enough! If the two of you don't stop this, I will turn this ship around! I don't care who did it, I want the two of you to work together to get it fixed. Immediately!"

Dad turned on his heels and walked to his quarters. He poured himself a glass of space-bourbon. Sometimes being a captain was a lot of responsibility.

posted by Joe # 10:09 AM

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Did you invent this yourself? I like science fiction, do you know "The invincible" of Stanislaw Lem? Great!

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		Sunday, June 19, 2005 Space Dad The dual suns of Arctura 5 began to fade behind the ship. Dad breathed a sigh of relief. He'd never admit it to the crew, but there had been a moment, during that seemingly infinite stretch of time when the Cladulon assassin had them pinned down, when Dad himself had felt despair. He'd come close to panic. What brought him back from the edge, what always brought him back, was the knowledge that he was responsible for the lives and safety of his crew. Cadet Junior looked up from the Navi-Puter. "Captain Dad! Captain Dad, can you come here a moment?" Dad strode over to the console, glad to have something on which he could focus besides his recent brush with un-Captainy behavior. The young cadet pointed to the screen. "What's the problem, cadet?" Dad asked in his usual confident manner. "Well, sir, I was just logging in the coordinates for the trip to Remulac 7 and I noticed that some of our settings are off." The cadet sounded shaky. "Could your calculations be off, cadet?" Dad was worried. It wasn't like Cadet Junior to make errors. "No, Captain. I double-checked my figures." Dad smiled. If he knew Cadet Junior, he'd probably quadruple-checked those figures. "Has anyone else had access to the Navi-Puter?" Junior checked the log. "Yessir. Ensign Sis relieved me at 09:30." Dad had Ensign Sis paged to the bridge. He brought her to the console. "Ensign, did you make any adjustments to the Navi-Puter when you relieved Cadet Junior?" The ensign's eyes blazed with anger. "Negative, Captain, I--" Junior cut her off. "That's nonsense, sir! Sis was the only one who could have--' "Listen, Junior, I didn't touch one stupid thing on your stupid--" Captain Dad had had enough. "That's enough! If the two of you don't stop this, I will turn this ship around! I don't care who did it, I want the two of you to work together to get it fixed. Immediately!" Dad turned on his heels and walked to his quarters. He poured himself a glass of space-bourbon. Sometimes being a captain was a lot of responsibility. posted by Joe # 10:09 AM Comments: Did you invent this yourself? I like science fiction, do you know "The invincible" of Stanislaw Lem? Great! # posted by Konrad : 4:10 AM Post a Comment << Home		Links The Conversation Special Productions Izzle Pfaff Freida Bee Sometimes I Just Talk Alisa and the Stuff Alisa Does Tuna Girl Defective Yeti The Incurable Insomniac The Savvy, The Extreme and The Idealist Caballito del Diablo The Ambivalence of Open Spaces Bug-Eyed Blog Whiskeymarie Version 53 Things I've Noticed (S)wine: ShortLeanCuts Out of Tune Missives from the Beige Sister of Hairshirt Apostrophe Abuse Jonestown Tobacco Brunette The Public Intellectual That's Why Archives July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 March 2011 April 2011