*ACTION*

The lead ship, the Ffionian Starforce Ship "Big top" drew to a halt within
the Rectal Corridor, it's partner ships stopping behind it.
"Open a channel to the fleet" Jay ordered a Ffionian crewman wearing a large
red nose between his legs and an orange afro wig.
"Right away Sir!" said the clown, honking his nose, which ran slightly.
The clown looked mortified at the realisation that his nasal cavity had
dripped the slightedt bit of mucus, and unlike most people who would put it
down to the room simply being cold, the temeperature had been reduced to
accomodate the lower heat tolerance of the human crew, he immediatly
convinced himself he'd contracted a debilitating flesh eating disease and
darted off to find someone to perform euthanasia on him, to...spare him the
pain.
Jay watched as the crewman left the bridge and turned back to the rest of
the assembled crew.
"Anybody else care to open a channel?" he asked "Preferably, someone with at
least 3 braincells?"
Everyone stared at him blankly, before one clown spoke up.
"Um...sir...."
".......yes?"
"The button's...well...it's been used by all sorts of people...it's riddled
with germs..you wouldn't want anyone to catch anything....unsavoury would
you?"
"Why...." Jay muttered to himself "for the love of god was I lumbered with a
bunch of hypochondriac, OCD siffering clowns?.." he pushed the button
himself to open a communications channel.
"ATTENTION ALL SHIPS!" Jay announced.
"About sodding time you said something, rather than holding up the queue of
traffic back here!" Keto complained.
"We are about to enter Halkon territory, a few clicks, and we'll be in the
heart of their Eastern quadrant military operation. If we're successful, we
will deal a crippling blow to their war effort."
One clown stood and grabbed the mic off Jay, dusting it off quickly with his
handkerchief.
"Please don't forget to wipe them all out!!" he said.
Jay, irritated, snatched back the mic and pushed the Ffionian aside.
"Actually...." he continued "I want prisoners, I want to work out a way to
communicate with these guys, maybe then we can give diplomacy a try..."
"No point" said another Ffionian
"Nope, none at all." said another
"They're completley beyond reason." said the first again.
"Have you tried?" asked Jay
"Well.....well no actually...we haven't."
Jay raised an eyebrow, and turned back to the mic.
"Do what you gotta, but try to minimise casualties. this could all be a big
misunderstanding...everyone prepare for battle.
And good luck."
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