Feb 11 2073, Gregorian Calender
2100hrs Earth Time
Melbourne Communications Centre
Chief Petty Officer J. Little didn't like what he was looking at. In fact, it was possibly the worst thing he had seen in his current 6 month stint at the Melbourne Communications Centre.
"Well Blow me a fat one and pipe me a whistle" he said. "They're totally fucked, aren't they?"
"Yessir" said the nearest technician, then looking up in puzzled curiosity asked "Who's fuck sir?"
"Juniper, come have a look" said the chief.
The technician got up and looked over the chief's shoulder at the display.
"Wow, not a scrap of the spot left" the technician said in disbelief, "Should that have happened so suddenly sir?"
"It shouldn't have happened at all son, who can we send that's close by to check if they are ok?" the chief queried.
Shuffling back to his post the technician said, "Well Titan-B is non-essential at the moment, Io has a Hi-Temp squad on the way back to Mars, and Ganymede could work relay if necessary."
"Hmm, get Titan-B out there, They have a new jump-drive that needs a shakedown, what better time than now?"
No comments:
Post a Comment