Eight Four Seven Toolheads

Posted on Mon Aug 24th, 2020 @ 1:17pm by
Edited on on Mon Aug 24th, 2020 @ 1:26pm

Mission: The Game is Afoot
Location: Starbase 10

On:

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{Starbase 10, Yoshimeyer's Presidential Command Suite}

"Go on, Ensign," Yoshimeyer motioned to Anderson.

Anderson cleared his throat and stood up as straight as he could. He was talking to an Admiral! "Well, sir, it's like this. You see, Captain vonMcCormick is--"

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“Spit it out Ensign!” The Admiral barked impatiently.

“Captain vonMcCormick is fully aware that we are members of Species 8472!” Anderson finished finally.

The Admiral got to his feet and smacked his hands on his desk loudly, “I know that you blithering idiot! Why do you think I tried having him arrested?!”

Anderson cowered for a moment, frightened of the explosive pseudo-Admiral. “Where do we go from here?”

“I’ve already had that talkative Ferengi bartender minced For being such a damn gossip.” Yoshimeyer explained, “He’ll be served up as burgers by the end of the day. I’d avoid the burger bar on deck 22 if I were you.”

Anderson felt queasy at the though, but managed to swallow any vomit back down to the pit of his stomach.

“We need to get the Chuck Norris and her crew back here before vonMcCormick blabs to anyone about us.” the Admiral frowned, “Once back here, we’ll mince them. And their children. And their children’s children.”

Anderson raised an eyebrow, “Sheesh! A little obsessed with mincing people aren’t you?”

“I have my reasons. Mainly dietary.” the Admiral nodded. “That Kevorkian flu I implanted into 2nd Lieutenant Collier should be taking hold any minute now. There’ll be so much blood that they’ll think he took his own head off!”


OFF:

Ensign Josh Anderson
Member of Species 8472
Undercover on Starbase 10