Back on the Dwarf

Dirk hobbled out of the Starbug and headed towards his room. On the way he
passed Dren. "Hey, buddy! What's going on? Where've you been?" Dren asked
while lighting a cigarett and scratching his ass simultaneously.
"I've been down on a hostile planet with Harris, some of his cronies, and a few
other folks trying to keep from being killed." Dirk replied as his door slid
open.
"Man! You look really beat up. Shouldn't you go to the hospital or whatever
they got on this crate?"
"Won't do any good. I was on the planet with both of the ship's doctors, and
they didn't do jack down there. And, when we get back, instead of taking me to
the medi-bay, they just ditch me to fend for myself." Dirk hobbled over to the
bed and sat down. "Talk about a 'grade A crew.' Doctors don't heal the
injured, Harris and his goons just left me out in the middle of a jungle full of
ravenous beasts, and we lost the acting captain. I need a transfer."
"Wow! Sounds like you went through hell the past week." Dren said while
extinguished his cigarett in Dirk's replica of the first spacestation around
Jupiter.
"Sure did."
"Bummer. Can I borrow 50 bucks?"
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