08-12-2011, 07:24 PM
STARBASE THRINACIA
Mess Hall
2125 hours
Stanley almost choked on his last mouthful. "You're kidding me! Now? We were told 2230 hours! That's a whole hour away! Now?"
Will shrugged.
"What can you do? Rank has its privileges. If the officer decides to bring it forward an hour, name a single cadet who's got a chance of changing their mind?"
Stanley goldfished for a moment, at a loss.
"Exactly!" Will finished for him. "So either bin that or bring it with you."
As he finished the sentence, Will was standing, glancing around the cavernous room for some clue as to their destination. Finding none, he chose the next, logical, step.
"Computer, please direct me to the nearest turbolift."
He didn't even register the computer's verbal response as the flashing red line appeared along the wall. He was just hoping nobody would notice them having to use directions.
"You said 'please' to the computer?" Stanley laughed, incredulously.
Will glanced at him sidelong.
"When the computers take over the Federation, I want it on record that I treated them nicely."
"O... K..." Stanley said, then hurried to catch his friend, who had set off without him.
Once within sight of the turbolift, Will quickly cancelled the computer's helpful guiding light.
"Deck 22, please," Will said, as the doors closed on them.
"I'll never understand you," Stanley conceded.
"You wouldn't know where to begin," Will deadpanned.
Then the doors opened, offering them the delights of Deck 22 and all that awaited them.
"Ready?" Will asked his friend.
"As I'll ever be..." Stanley answered, and stepped out into the corridor.
Will hesitated a moment, then turned back to the turbolift doors.
"Thank you," he said.
Stanley stared at him for a long moment until Will couldn't maintain the grim expression any longer.
"You... you... I never know when you're being serious, Will! That'll get you into trouble some day. The sooner the better, too!"
"Let's go," Will grinned, and they followed the gathering crowd to the conference room.
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Mess Hall
2125 hours
Stanley almost choked on his last mouthful. "You're kidding me! Now? We were told 2230 hours! That's a whole hour away! Now?"
Will shrugged.
"What can you do? Rank has its privileges. If the officer decides to bring it forward an hour, name a single cadet who's got a chance of changing their mind?"
Stanley goldfished for a moment, at a loss.
"Exactly!" Will finished for him. "So either bin that or bring it with you."
As he finished the sentence, Will was standing, glancing around the cavernous room for some clue as to their destination. Finding none, he chose the next, logical, step.
"Computer, please direct me to the nearest turbolift."
He didn't even register the computer's verbal response as the flashing red line appeared along the wall. He was just hoping nobody would notice them having to use directions.
"You said 'please' to the computer?" Stanley laughed, incredulously.
Will glanced at him sidelong.
"When the computers take over the Federation, I want it on record that I treated them nicely."
"O... K..." Stanley said, then hurried to catch his friend, who had set off without him.
Once within sight of the turbolift, Will quickly cancelled the computer's helpful guiding light.
"Deck 22, please," Will said, as the doors closed on them.
"I'll never understand you," Stanley conceded.
"You wouldn't know where to begin," Will deadpanned.
Then the doors opened, offering them the delights of Deck 22 and all that awaited them.
"Ready?" Will asked his friend.
"As I'll ever be..." Stanley answered, and stepped out into the corridor.
Will hesitated a moment, then turned back to the turbolift doors.
"Thank you," he said.
Stanley stared at him for a long moment until Will couldn't maintain the grim expression any longer.
"You... you... I never know when you're being serious, Will! That'll get you into trouble some day. The sooner the better, too!"
"Let's go," Will grinned, and they followed the gathering crowd to the conference room.
TAG: Anyone!