Niples "Monstrosity"

Seymour Niples
Officer's Lounge
Seymour sat in the bar reserved only for higher ranking officers and
dignitaries. He thought himself as a dignified person, which to him meant
that he was a dignitary and deserved the right to sit there.
The two rough-looking technicians in the corner however weren't dignitaries
or high ranking officers, they had just come in while the place was empty to
get pissed on the free complimentary brandy.
Seymour gave the commoners another scowl.
He hated the kind of people who thought that they had to drink to make
themselves happy, he hated seeing people get so drunk that they fell over
because it was their idea of a good time. What a false life they must have,
needing foreign substances, poison in their bodies to make themselves feel
good. It was like they naturally lacked the ability to have a good time
without poisoning themselves.
He looked down at the glass of brandy, a mixture made on Mars that was so
thick that if spilled, would burn the wooden table.
He was such a hypocrite.
Katrina had left him and he was drowning his sorrows in drink. He'd always
enjoyed a good drink, something nice, nothing as harsh as beer and certainly
not lager.
But now he was doing the same thing he saw drunkards and homeless people do,
poisoning himself with alcohol.
He'd given money to a homeless person once, out of the good nature of his
heart, he hoped the man would have spent the tenner on some food, or a
blanket to keep warm. But he watched as the bum went to the nearest corner
shop and bought some cheap nasty drink. He promised he'd never let himself
get like that.
The brandy was giving him a banging headache, he wasn't too far over the
limit, and he especially wasn't feeling merry. Just worse. What was he
doing? Torturing himself for letting his job get in the way of him and
Katrina.
Just then he looked out of the window and saw a shuttle fly away from the
Blue dwarf. It was an expensive looking private taxi, shiny silver rimmed
with well cleaned afterburners. The ship surged with energy and became
invisible as a cloak shield was engaged around it, disguising it from normal
space.
He knew that the person on the shuttle was Katrina. She had really left, his
chest burned that he didn't get a chance to say goodbye properly, to
apologise to her. It really hurt him when he thought of how he'd said
certain things. He wish she could have understood him better.
But he'd made a choice between his job and her, he chose his job. If only
he'd have thought about it more, they might have been able to make some kind
of a compromise.
He downed the rest of his drink and headed off to the shuttlebay where Jay
was probably making modifications to a Starbug to allow it to glide to the
surface of the planet in the red nebula nearby.
***Shuttlebay***
The Ambassador saw the monstrosity that the modified starbug had become.
"Good gracious, what in God's name is that?"
<Tag, Jay and whoever else is coming on the rescue team>
David "Onion" Ball
Captain Seymour Niples, JMC Blue Dwarf
WWW.BlueDwarf.co.uk
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Londo: "Stop eating that, you don't even know what it is."
G'Kar: "Its called 'rice'."
Londo: "Yes, and if it were that good do you think they'd be throwing it at
each other?"
(Babylon 5)
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