A little souvenir

Who: Justin and Jay
Where: The Phoenix
When: After the explosion on the Spacestation
Justin was being quiet, unusually quiet. He was staring at the spacestation out
of the window as they flew away from it.
From the pilot's seat, Jay looked back at him. “Come away from there.” He
told the engineer. “We're leaving, and you're not going back. You caused us
enough trouble by trying to open up those stasis pods.”
Justin looked at Jay, said nothing, then felt something in his pocket and looked
back out of the window.
Jay wondered if Justin was feeling bad about pressing the button which opened
the pods. “Look, you endangered the mission slightly, but it didn't really
cause much harm. Spidette was the real threat. So don't beat yourself up about
it.”
Justin nodded, and looked back at the space station. “So what will happen to
that now?”
“I've radioed the SpaceCorps, they're sending two battlecruisers to blow the
smegging thing up.” said Jay. “It's out of our hands now.”
Justin bit his lip. “Shame.”
“Don't you start any of that Hymie-loving smeg!” Jay warned him.
Justin shrugged. “Oh well, I've got what I needed.”
Jay didn't know what he meant, but said nothing.
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Who: Justin
Where: Justin's quarters
When: After they got back
Justin turned on his TV and wondered why the Commonwealth Games wasn't on, then
realised it was because the Queen was dead and the commonwealth had been
disbanded.
His screen changed to Holly's bald head “Incoming encrypted message for you
dude.” Said the Computerised head.
“Who is it?”
“William Eckerslike, the Director of the Jupiter Mining Corporation. I'll put
him through now.” Said Holly, and vanished, leaving Justin with the fat
disgusting face of his boss.
“Oh smeg!” Said Justin, realising that his entire quarters were an utter
pigsty. He quickly threw some pizza boxes out of view and hid his wank sock
under his pillow.
“Hello Justin.” Said Eckerslike. “I hear you've been to Hymenoptera
Cloning Installation 14?”
Justin nodded. “There's fourteen of them?!”
“That's now many we've encountered yes.” Said Eckerslike. “That's top
secret information though. I don't want to cause a public panic.”
Justin nodded.
“So, I don't suppose you picked up anything interesting there did you?”
Asked Eckerslike. Justin felt his pocket nervously. “The thing is Justin, the
Hymenoptera have some really interesting technology. They're years ahead of us
when it comes to selective breeding and genetics. We need something big to pull
the JMC out of the credit crunch, and some Hymenoptera tech is exactly what we
need to get ahead of the competition.”
Justin brought out a vial of something that he had hidden in his pocket. “I
picked up this.” he said, and held it up. It was made of transparent webbing,
woven tight enough to hold a liquid. “I picked it up next to the clones. I
think it might be something to turn you into a Hymenoptera.”
Eckerslike's eyes twinkled as he smiled. “Excellent!” He said. “I'll send
someone to you to pick it up. Guard that liquid with your life!”
Justin put the vial away. “Wait. I want something in return.”
“I'm your boss.” Said Eckerslike. “This is your job. A regular paycheck is
your reward.”
“No, this is special!” Argued Justin. “I want you to make me a Captain!”
“A captain?”
“Yes. Captain of my own ship. I was shown it in my future once. That's what I
want.”
Eckerslike laughed. “That's just not possible right now Justin. But if you
give me the vial, you'll be considered in the future. Maybe one day we'll make a
new type of ship using the Hymenoptera technology we find. You can be Captain of
that ship.”
Justin grinned. That was the vision he saw in his future. “Yes sir!” He said
and saluted.
Eckerslike said goodbye and Justin laid down on his bunk, staring at the
Hymenoptera potion. Suddenly there was a knock at his door.
“It's security!” Someone shouted. “We've detected an alien substance in
your room. We need to search your quarters.”
“Smeg!” Shouted Justin, and hid the vial somewhere they would never find it.
<Tag, does someone from security want to search my quarters? Either find the
vial or don't, your choice. Email me if you want to talk about ideas. >