Richards exit - stage left

Who: Zack, XO-of-Opportunity
Where: Passageway outside the Drive room
When: As soon as he found a uniform
Zack poked his head into the drive room, checking to see if Hussain was
present. Seeing that she wasn't, he stepped into the room. "Uhh . . .
how's it going?"
Tara looked up at him. "Just frelling peachy. We're off to explore
strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, and . . ."
"Boldly go where no one has gone before?"
Tara shook her head. "No. Apparently we're going to sell them Amway
or some other horrific antisocial thing."
Zack shuddered. "On whose orders?"
Tara rolled her eyes. "Who else? Queen Hussain."
Zack nodded. "Well. Err . . . carry on, then."
Turning, Zack departed. As his first foray as an Executive Officer, he
was pleased that he hadn't actually done anything to get them all killed.
Perhaps he was cut out for this after all.
"Zack? What on Earth are you doing in a JMC uniform?" Cubie stood
there with a half-grin.
Zack puffed out his chest, almost competing with his stomach. "I'll
have you know I'm the Blue Dwarf's new Executive Officer."
"Oh, really." Cubie's skepticism oozed out of her inflection. "And
just when did this happen?"
"I was promoted by the new captain just a bit ago." He smiled. "I'm
in charge of . . . executive stuff! It's like a real job, but without the
work!"
Cubie rolled her eyes. "Then you must be in Heaven."
Her eyes narrowed suddenly as she stepped forward and examined his
face. "Is that lipstick? Were you kissing someone?!"
Zack suddenly realized that he was closer to Heaven than he had
previously thought. "Honey? I can expl-"
Zack's protest was cut off as Cubie snatched him by the collar as she
dropped into an ST-jump tube, dragging him with her. The tube irised shut,
phasing Zack's braided cover halfway through the deck Philadelphia
experiment style.
~Zack & Cubie~
OOC: A thousand apologies, but I've been swamped in other issues, and what
promised to be a zany situation for Zack and Cubie to find themselves in
turned into something that I procrastinated into ineffectiveness.
Add to this the fact that I'm going on a three-week internet-free
vacation next month. It's better that I depart from the plot this way. But
they WILL be back in June, whether permitting (as in whether or not I've
been cut from the list by then).
Take care, y'all. It's been a riot.