Helping a guy out
White Wolf refused to answer Dirk's question of why the science bay doors were
locked. Dirk persisted for twenty minutes until WW finally had him escorted out
by security.
Dirk returned to his room to catch up on a little wrestling, since he couldn't
go to work. He hadn't been in his room five minutes when a scutter dragging
sheets of tinfoil behind it entered the room.
"Listen! I know you guys like the TV too, but I need some time to watch it
myself. Well, try and work out a schedule, just leave me alone for now."
The scutter whirred and shook its (uh...head?) no and then grabbed Darla, who
had been sitting in the corner. "Dren? Is it Dren?" The scutter nodded.
"Dren's in trouble? Where? Show me where Dren is?" The scutter took off down
the hallway. Dirk chased after it thinking how lucky it was that he had watched
those old Lassie episodes.
The scutter stopped at an open vent in an empty hallway and went inside. "This
better be worth it." Dirk climbed in after him. Occasionally, he hit his head
in the cramped vents and cursed Dren and the ship itself. Finally he reached
they vent where the scutter had stopped. He looked inside. It was a holding
cell in the brig. A loud noise, somewhat like an express train smashing into a
cow, came from on the bunk. It was Dren.
"Dren,Dren, get up." Dirk wispered.
"Hey, you came. You gotta geet me outta here."Dren said.
"You need a good lawyer."
"No, I've got a plan. They've got me on stowaway charges right. You just hack
into the computer system and register me. Nothing fancy, maybe chicken soup
machine repairman or something. You can do it, you're a genius."
"I don't know. It sounds crazy, and if you say "so crazy it just might work.
I'll let you rott in here." Dirk said.
"Well, it is." Dren replied.
"Didn't you talk to the Captain at the party?"
"Captain? Party? We went to a party?" asked Dren in total confusion.
"Never mind. I'll see what I can do." Dirk backed down through the vents.
Dren would still occasionaly hear a bump followed by several curse words.
Dirk returned to his room to think. His terminal was locked up in the science
bay. Without it, he would be too easily traced and caught. He though and
thought and thought and thought and.....went to sleep in his chair. An hour
later he awoke again. "Now, what was I doing. Apparently nothing important.
Guess I'll go to the Parrot's." As he was getting up, he noticed Darla in the
coner. "Dren! Now I remember! How can I forge him into the system without
being caught. The only terminal that I can mask from the security programs is
locked up." Then, an idea came to him. "I'll just use something that bypasses
all the secutity measures. Holly."
"Yes."
"I need you to add Dren Walker to the crewlist. Something meager since he isn't
likely to be able to handle anything else."
"I can't do that. It's against the rules."
"I know it's against the rules, but I need you to do it for me."
"Why should I? As a matter of fact, why shouldn't I report you to Harris for
trying to forge official files?" Holly was becomeing stand-offish.
"Because, then, they'll take away the TV and you won't be able to watch the old
episodes of Dragonball Z."
"They can't do that! Goku and Gohan are still training, and Zell almost has
Android 18!"
"Then, you'll help me?"
"I don't know."
"Remember that crossword puzzel you were stuck on? I'll help you finish it
AFTER you add Dren to the crew list."
"Oh, alright. Hold on." Holly disappeared for a couple of seconds before
returning. "I got him on as a Technician 3rd class. It's the only thing open."
"Good. Thanks, Holly." Dirk turned to walk out of the room. Holly made a
coughing noise to regain his attention. "What is it?"
"The crossword. You said that you'd help."
"Oh, yeah, right. Forgot. SPAM."
"What?"
"The answer to five across: luncheon meat, four letters starting with S.
SPAM." He walked out of the room and to the Parrot's.
"SPAM? Now, with an IQ of 6000 you'd think that I'd been able to come up with
that one. SPAM."
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