Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Niples \"Monstrosity\"

The Ambassador saw the monstrosity that the modified starbug had become.
"Good gracious, what in God's name is that?"
"Its a patented, Chrysler 5000 super duper you cant bend it turbo nutter
bastard glider!"
"Oh"
Seymour looked over the shuttle, the starbug was virtually invisible under
the wooden framework, and giant wings, it looked more like the Wright
brothers first attempt at flying than a 22nd century spacecraft.
"200 years of aircraft development has eventually led to this!" Jay said, he
was actually proud of his modifcattions "The wright brothers, built the
first flying machine, Amelia Earheart flew the atlantic, Neil Armstrong
Landed on the moon and now I, Jay Chrysler have built the 'dragonfly'"
"Dragon fly?" Seymour asked,
"seemed apt.."
"commander its a heap!" Seymour said "Its built from wood and cling film!"
"SSH!" Jay said "She'll hear you!"
Normally, Seymour would have thought Jay had good reason to be proud of his
creations, the Phoenix and the space eagle 2 were formidable ships, and each
was a work of art in this own way, this.....looked like it had been built by
a bunch of kindergardeners.
"What's that?" Seymour said pointing at a random, jagged bit of metal down
the cnetrie of the bug,. leading into a tail like contraption, attached to a
primitive rudder.
"Thought it looked good...now its got style!"
<seymour, anyone?!>
----- Original Message -----
From: "onion Ball" <theonion770@...>
To: <JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Wednesday, September 18, 2002 11:54 AM
Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] 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
> --------------------------------------------
> 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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