my union calls for a coffee break

The huge hamster spun the periscope around, and exclaimed "There's
the blue dwarf! It's under attack by more of the Eniram subs."
"How are we going to let the BD know we're here without the
Communications?", Inquired Mike.
"We might be able to do that by sinking a few of the Eniram subs.
Beside we've got to help them. To your battle stations!" Replied the
huge hamster.
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"I don't smeggin' believe it!" Everyone turned and looked at Dirk,
who was staring at the console screen.
"What is it?! Are there more subs behind us?" asked the hampster.
"What?" the scientist said as he looked up from the display. "Oh!
No, not that." He pointed to the screen. "This thing has Minesweep
on it. I've already beaten my all-time high score an am apparently
the master of this game on this ship."
The Enriam captain looked away in disgust. "Probably cheated to get
it," the humaniod fish mumbled.
"And apparently they've been storing music files on here too." Dirk
turned to the nearest Enriam, "You better hope that Metallica doesn't
hear about that."
"Could we just concentrate on the task at hand," White Wolf bluttered
out. "The Blue Dwarf is under attack."
"Sure thing. Just let me get back into the swing of things here."
The ever-increasingly annoying scientist turned his attention back to
the man viewer at his station. "I think that blast might have knocked
a few of our sensors out of whack. I'll go to the back and check it
out." He got up and walked to the rear of the ship.
Ten minutes later, Dirk was leaning up against the wall talking to an
Enriam crewmember. They both held beverage containers with a
powerful, yet delicious, alcoholic Enriam brew. "...That's about all
you get for joining the Space Corp. JMC isn't much better, but you
don't have to sign up for quite as long stints. So what kind of
fringe benifits do you guys get?" He returned to drinking out of his
container.
The Enriam replied, "Well, you know, the same: Travel, conquest,
domination, genocide, and a damn good insureance package."
"Really?"
"Yep. Life; accidentle; eaten by large, carnivorous, undersea beasts;
dental. The whole works."
"DENTAL! You guys get dental? Lucky bastards." Dirk finished his drink.
OOC- i know this in no way pushes the plot line further. it's just
that WW's post had dirk acting WAY too responsible for WAY too long.
there was no way that would happen without a large inclusion of
irresponsibility coming on the heels. i felt that i just had to set
everything the way it should be.