And I Give Unto Thee, Wrestling
Dirk finished off his beer. "The Captain, huh? I guess that would be Niples
now."
"What do you mean 'now'?" asked Dren.
"Captain Cannon died just earlier on an asteriod he blew up. The second in
command, Commander Niples, should have taken over by now. But with it being as
late as it is, he's probably left his office by now."
"He blew up an asteriod? While he was still on it? What an idiot!"
"From what I've heard, he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box."
"Why do you keep saying 'from what I've heard' and 'from what I can gather'?
Don't you know anything?"
Dirk went back on the defensive a little. "Hey, I was just posted to this heap
this week. I haven't had enough time to figure out what is going on. The
little that I have discovered on this ship makes a soap opera look like and
episode of Fat Albert. Everyone is in love with someone who doesn't know they
exist. Frienships are being pushed to the edge of destruction. At least once
every twenty-four hours, someone's very life is in danger. My friend, Mitchell,
is posted at some center in Hawaii living out an episode of Baywatch while I'm
here on the illegitimate spawn of Star Trek and the Cosby Show. I need another
drink." He stood up and went for another beer.
Several alcoholic beverages later, both Dirk and Dren had formed a bond that
only drunks could. Dren was finishing an amusing story(even more so when half
your brain cells are dead). "So I told him 'HEY! DON'T PUT THAT IN YOUR
MOUTH!" Both men laughed until they fell off thier barstools.
Dirk pulled himself up. "Hey, Dren. I got something to show you. I think
you'll like it. I started work on it earlier today. It's going to be smeggin'
awesome when I finish."
"Ok. Let's go check it out."
The men staggered out of the bar and back to Dirk's room. Dirk unlocked his
locker and pulled out a box covered with a sheet. He plugged an electric cable
coming out of its back into a socket in the wall and pulled the sheet off the
top. "Now, remember, it's still not finished." He turned it on. An image
filled up the screen on the box covered by static and a noise came from the
speaker.
"A STEINER-LINER! STEINER-LINER! STEINER-LINER!" Two gigantic men were
beating the crap out of each other on a blue rectangle surrounded by ropes.
"Is that what I think it is?" asked Dren.
"Yes, my friend, it is. That's wrestling." The picture then turned entirely
into static.
"It's gone! Can you get it back?" Dren was already hooked.
"I'll have to connect a wire to one of the BD's outside antennea. Then, we'll
be able to pick up all TV signals that are bouncing around the cosmos."
"Well, when are you going to do that?"
"I'm not busy right now. I just need a little help. Care to join me?"
OOC- next post: drunken men in space. should be exciting.
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