Getting back to .... normal?
Dirk did as he was told. He captured Allie, desposed of the leathal gas, saved
the thousands of lives on the Blue Dwarf, and presented White Wolf with the
prisoner's lightbee. After having to send hours with incompetent security trio
of Tom, Dick, and Harry and risking his own neck, he received a "Nice work." By
all means, Dirk didn't expect a medal, but.....DAMN! "Nice work," doesn't
really give a person that feeling of importance after a life threatening
situation.
"As you can tell," Dirk reported to White Wolf, "the bee is cracked. The
chemical was placed inside. It was definitely intentional."
"I see," said White Wolf as he inspected the bee in his paws. "Will it be
operational again?"
"It's operational now. It just won't be in tip-top form. If activated, she'll
feel as though she is ill, which I believe is a side effect from before. Also,
the damage is such that she won't be able to sustain her image in anything but
soft light." Dirk pointed out some frayed wiring within the crack.
"Well, in any case we'll put her back in the holo-containment field in the brig.
That'll be all for now." The hamster waved Dirk away.
Though White Wolf had been extra busy lately (Dirk caught rumors in the Drive
Room of the Evil Phil incident on the Promenade), it seemed that his mind was
still being overly troubled. He hardly knew the hamster, but from what he
gathered, White Wolf was an easy-going guy...er...hamster. He sensed that there
was much more there than what meets the eye. Now wasn't a good time to let WW
in on what he knew. After all, things were still a bit sketchie. More holes
needed to be filled in.
After all this life and death tracking of a psychotic hologram planning to
eliminate the entire crew, Dirk faced a truly grueling decision. What to do now
that had some spare time? Should he have a tasty little drink or twelve?
Should he keep in shape with a workout at the gym? Or, should he catch the
currently running John Wayne film at the cinema? Decisions, decisions.
He decided to compromise. He grabbed a six-pack, a dumb bell, and headed to see
the Flying Leathernecks while chugging beer with one hand and working out with
the other. When the film got to the place where the intermission was held, Dirk
switched, to get that even workout. The excercise made the alcohol run through
his vains quicker, and he passed out near the end of the film.
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