A speck of ship arrives!

Blue Dwarfs Bridge
8796513218979321001 hours- Hmmm… it seems our Novell 21,000 server is
issuing "synthetic time" again, we'll have interrupt our network
administrators peaceful 24x7 slumber. Or at least, get a new clock!
At the communication station, a small light blinked on and off vainly
waiting for the Blue Dwarf's communications officer, who's down in
the blue midget with Doom Harbinger, to answer its call.
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Blue Dwarfs Bridge
8796513218979321001.5555 hours - oh, call it is a half hour later!
The blonde bimbo at the sensor radar console spoke up "Umm, Capt.
Cannon?"
Irritatedly waking up from his nap, Capt. Cannon looked up from his
chair, "Yes ensign, What is it?"
"I think a very small ship behind us is having communication
problems and is trying to get our attention."
With a concerned and puzzled expression, Capt. Cannon asks the
ensign "What makes you say that?"
"Well Sir, It's flown in the pattern that spells out the word `Hello'
on my radar for the past 15 minutes."
Capt. Cannon suddenly gets up off his command chair and walks over to
the radar station to look over her shoulder, "You're not kidding,
this isn't another practical joke?"
The blonde bimbo motions toward her screen, "No, I'm not sir. See?"
Just as an after image on the radar screen shows the word `hello'
slowly fading out.
"Communications Officer, Hail that ship!"
Several moments of deafening silence follow.
Turning around, Capt. Cannon yells towards the communications
station, "I said, hail them!" Suddenly realizing he was addressing
an empty chair, he looked around bewildered, "Didn't we just get
another communications officer thawed out?"
The blonde bimbo replied "He must have topped out too. Poor thing, I
just traded consoles with him not long ago. You'll have to order up
another one sir."
Capt. Cannon shook his head, walking over to the communications
console, "I'll handle this."
"Sir, don't you think you should have someone else handle it?"
Punching a small red button, Capt. Cannon's next words boomed
throughout the ships latrines, "Ensign, I think I can handle this
part of the ship.", looking surprised and quickly fumbling for
another switch, and momentarily setting off the "yellow alert"
klaxxons in the ships bar.
Turning slightly red with a `I meant to do that look' on his face,
Capt. Cannon quickly steps back, grabs a thick manual from the
console and hands it to the blonde bimbo. "*Ahem*, Now that I've just
demonstrated what NOT to do, will you please refer to
this `communications officer training manual' and try to find out
what that ship wants?"
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Blue Dwarfs Bar
Shortly after the "yellow alert" klaxons go off.
The several on duty security officers who are coincidently in the bar
at the time, try in vain to organize themselves along with the bar's
patrons in making a "calm, orderly, stampede" towards the Blue Dwarfs
emergency beer storage tank dispensary.
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Blue Dwarfs Bridge
8796513218979321002.5555 hours - Alright, alright, it's an hour and
hour later…
Capt. Cannon puts his face in his hands for the umpteenth time as the
blonde bimbo drones on reading out loud from the manual – "Page 2001,
flip the third blue switch on the right, and adjust the dial on the
left to bring up the proper speaker volume on the incoming frequency"
Slowly words interspersed with static came from the bridge
speakers "SS Flyspeck requesting permission to dock, I repeat"
several bursts of static " as requested by Admiral Granadilla per
the Blue Dwarfs Commander Nipples request for weapons, fighters, and
marines", more bursts of static, "First shift Security Officer,
Second shift Handyman Engineer, and Third shift Communication Officer
reporting for duty..."
Hearing that last, Capt. Cannon quickly says from between his
hands, "Tell them their docking request is granted!"
"But sir, I haven't learned how to transmit yet. I'll need to read
the next section of this manual first."
With a look of horror crossing his face, Capt. Cannon quickly
shouts "Never mind ensign! Helmsman, bring us about and catch that
flyspeck!"
"Yes, Sir!" Replies the on duty navigator hurriedly in hopes of
delaying any further torture from the blonde bimbo's bloody manual
reading.
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Blue Dwarfs Hanger deck
Quite sometime later…
A very small arrow shaped ship that looks almost as if it were made
more of duct tape than metal, slowly glides in like a hover craft,
extends it's landing gear and slowly settles to the deck while
sidling slightly to the left.
A few moments later, a hatch on the bottom the small craft opens up
and a ramp lowers to the deck. To the open mouthed, shocked
astonishment of many of the dock crew a 6 foot 1 inch hamster wearing
a baseball hat, carrying several bags along with a machine gun slung
over it's shoulder, walks down the ramp.
The large hamster looks around for a moment, then spots a small rat
in coveralls standing up on it's two hind legs nearby looking on with
interest. The large hamster quickly runs over to stand in front of
the rat and begins enthusiastically speaking, "Wow! I really didn't
think Admiral Granadilla was telling me the truth when he told me I
was going to really like it here! Oh, Sorry." Then the 6' 1" hamster
sets his bags down and executes a quick salute towards the rat "Third
shift communications officer, first shift security officer, and
second shift handyman engineer, White Wolf, reporting for duty, sir!"
"Smeg Off!" yelled the rat in coveralls before turning and scurrying
away on all fours.
Looking after the rat with a puzzled expression, the 6' 1" hamster
named White Wolf dejectedly says "Oh My…What a rude welcome! Perhaps
they want me to fix that faulty communications suite of theirs right
now."
Reaching down and slinging his bags over his shoulders, he quietly
mumbles, "I hope nobody thinks I'm being impolite." and drops to all
fours and dashes off in search of the Blue Dwarfs Bridge.