Aboard the Little Old Lady, in the Lower Belt.
Commander Altimas stands on the bridge of the Little Old Lady with his arms crossed behind his back, he seems to be contemplating the workings of the universe as he stares through the view port.
A young female with short blond hair approaches Altimas and stands at attention."Commander Altimas, the status reports you requested have been uploaded to your hand held and are available for access. Is there anything else I can assist you with before you retire for the night?"
"Would you join me for a glass of wine Lieutenant Franks, in celebration of our recent victory?"
"I would love to sir. Menage troi?"
Altimas eyes widen and he leans closer to Franks and whispers, "Who would be the third, Franks?"
Franks cheeks turn blazingly red as she answers, "Commander, that is the brand of wine you had imported from Mars last week."
"Oh... right, right. I think I'll actually have the Cock's table wine tonight my dear."
"But sir, you hate Cock's."
"You bet your blouse I do! Most heterosexual man in the galaxy!"
" The wine sir... "
" Right, right you are...Where were we?"
" Retiring to your quarters, sir, for a glass of wine."
" Ah, yes I remember now. A Glass of wine," replied Altimas as he nudged Lieutenant Franks and winked knowingly.
" And only a glass of wine...sir."
As Altimas held out his arm to escort Lieutenant Franks, the Little Old Lady shook and the lights on the deck grew dim. Altimas pulled his hand held from his pants pocket and broad casted across the entire ship."All hands report to assigned positions this is not a drill. I repeat this is not a drill."
Altimas quickly turned to Lieutenant Franks, " I need a status report Franks, pronto."
Looking down on her own hand held Franks stated, "Sir, we have a Mark Two Zerkerdrone attacking us, we seem to have a breach in our aft."
With a very puzzled look Altimas replied, "Well of course we do Franks, those come standard on all humans, you see when we take in food it goes through a digestive tract... "
" AFT sir, the aft of the Ship!" Franks replied seeming quite flustered.
"Oh, right you are. Well get engineering on it pronto. Have Lieutenant Roswell bring the ship around and lets show this antique what modern technology is really made of."
....To be Continued.
