Several Npc's and hamster...

Who - Bartholemew Havoc (the third), Robert Donover, Penny Lloyd,
Tom, Dick & Harry.
When - just as they were learning about thier reasignments.
Where - The NPC lounge... or better known as the security officers
group quarters.
Havoc entered just as Tom exclaimed angrily to no one in
particular, "Why the smeg did the new Captain have to assign the
three of us to be acupuncturists & manicurists?"
"Well, we're more qualified than Donover is at acuputuring &
manicuring..." answered Dick hopefully, spraining his third of a
brain cell while using it for something it completely wasn't used
to... actually thinking.
"Yeah, you saw he was reassigned as the thirteen floors new prison
warden," Chipped in Harry, as Donover started screaming in fright
again from inside his locker, "Hey, at least we didn't get assigned
to humming the J.M.C. theme song everytime Captain Cannon's memorial
latrine gets flushed like Penny was."
"I'll show that bitch Captain Hussain how to accompany a latrine
flushing..." remarked Lloyd while removing an alarming amount of her
explosives stash from her foot locker and stomping by Havoc.
"umm, Hi Lloyd!" Said Havoc, trying to wave and smile to her as she
stormed past, and his voice fell as he finished stupidly, "I'm sure
we'll be able to straighten it all out soon..."
"Do you really think so?!?" Said the scared sounding Donover from
inside his locker.
"Umm... Yeah, sure. Commander White Wolf's probably already gone
right up there to the drive room, and is straightening it all out as
we speak..." started Havoc, until he saw Dolly flash his new
reassignment orders up on the wall screen - 'Ensign Bartholemew
Havoc - wandering mime & gum scraper for the Promenade'. Havoc
promptly picked up a nearby chair and threw it at the screen.
"Wait for me Penny, I've got the trigger fuses!" Hollered Havoc,
dashing out into the hallway to follow her.
-=- Meanwhile, in another hallway -=-
Wd-40, while carrying two sets of golf clubs, hurried a little to
catch up with the fast walking rotund hamster, who greeted WD-40 as
Wd-40 stepped up next to him, "Hello Wd. I was just about to go
looking for you, so I could ask you to come and give me a hand
packing up my belongings."
"Why certainly Sir, may I ask where we are going and if you're
forfieting our game wager?" Replied Wd-40.
"Well, hopefully not. But, I suppose in the end, it all depends on
one thing. Which I intend to keep as a surprise for a long as I
can...", answers White Wolf enigmatically while opening and entering
his crewquarters, going immediately to his closet and tossing out
several bags of luggage on the floor, "would you start packing my
clothes and other stuff in these while I stop by an ATM to collect my
pay?"
"Why certainly, White Wolf." said Wd-40 setting down the golf club
sets, and moving to the dresser drawers and grabbing out some of WW's
belongings.
"Thanks WD, I'll be right back."
-=- A few moments later, at a Payroll-0-vending machine -=-
The six foot, one inch tall hamster stepped up the ATM like machine,
and casually punched in his payroll access code.
"Good Day, Commander. Here is your weekly pay, and Thank You for
working for the J.M.C." said the machine in a happy chirpy voice.
A slot above a small metal tray located at the bottom of the machine
opened up, and with a audible 'Ding' a pink plastic egg was dispensed
into the tray. Looking puzzled, the overgrown hamster picked up the
pink plastic egg and opened it to look inside. It was filled with
something that looked like a cheap imitation silly putty. But it
wasn't even soft, and was very difficult to stretch as the goliath
hamster examined it closer.
"What the frell kind of pay is this? I heard about people not being
to able to make thier pay stretch - but this..." Exclaimed the huge
hamster to the machine.
"By order of Captain Samantha Hussian, all Blue Dwarf crewmembers are
to be payed accordingly." went the machine without any sympathy.
"Excuse me, I've got to make a withdrawl." Said the recently escaped
Grabby, elbowing by the massive hamster with a crowbar in hand intent
on robbing the machine.
"Be my geust." Muttered the corpulencent hamster walking away,
tossing the pink plastic egg & fake silly putty over his shoulder,
which made a dent in the floor as it didn't even bounce.
-=- A couple of minutes later, back in White Wolf's living
quarters... -=-
The mammoth hamster entered to find Wd-40 had packed every possession
he owned into two of the smallest bags of luggage he owned, then
stuffed them both into one of the two larger remaining bags, and was
trying to somehow stuff the two sets of golf clubs into the remaining
empty large bag.
Blinking for a moment, the overgrown hamster remarked, "I see you
attended the master levels of Mrs. Bushs pregnant & vacationing
womens luggage packing advice seminar..."
"Sir?" asked Wd-40 pausing in mid stuff.
"Never mind. Let's take this stuff and go." Said White Wolf reaching
over to grab the fully loaded bag and going "Oaf..." as he tried
hefting the heavy bag - but couldn't, "Um... Here, you carry this one
WD, while I take those clubs and the other bag and head over to
Allie's quarters."
"Are you going to bid her goodbye before your trip, Sir?" inquired Wd-
40 hefting the heavy bag without a second thought, and handing the
two sets of golf clubs & large empty bag over to the huge hamster.
"Well, not exactly." Replied the uncomfortable looking hamster.
<To Be Continued...>