New Orders

Posted on Wed May 3rd, 2023 @ 7:03pm by Commander Donald ‘Don’ Key

Mission: Naming Conventions
Location: Starbase Unreliable
Timeline: Prior to mission start

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{Starbase Unreliable, Upsilon Sector}
{Approximately 48 hours ago}

Key: Looking around the immense Starbase that he had recently transferred to. “This place is huge!”

Commodore Rogue: “You ain’t so small there yourself tubby!” He prods Key in his very round stomach.

Key: “Uh… excuse me?” Key recognised the Commodore pip on Rogue’s collar and stands to attention, pulling a muscle in his back at the same time.

Key: Winces in pain.

Rogue: “My God son, I’ve seen smaller nebulas than you. What the hell happened? Was your mommy a gas giant and your daddy a star system?”

Key: “No sir” holding his back “Mexican and Irish, respectively… with uh, respect.”

Rogue: “What is your name, son?”

Key: “Donald. But people call me Don.”

Rogue: “And your last name?”

Key: “Key”

Rogue: “Jesus H Christ! Don Key? Are you kidding me?”

Key: “No sir, that’s my name.”

Rogue: Shaking his head in disbelief. “Well listen here Ensign Donkey, the USS Albion is in need of a new Flight Control Officer. That’s Dick Sprague’s ship. I can think of no-one better to send him than you.”

Key: Stands up prouder, despite the piercing pain in his lumbar region. “I don’t know what to say, sir.”

Rogue: Rubs his stubble. “Well you can start by thanking me, Ensign Donkey. The Albion is a fine ship, depending on who’s serving on her.”

Key: “Of course. You’re right. Thank you, sir.”

Rogue: “Now get packing. The Albion is currently in orbit of Viridian IV. If you move that large ass of yours you’ll catch them before they leave for their next mission.”

Key: “Of course, sir. I’ll take a shuttle immediately.”

Rogue: “Oh hell no. Take a runabout. You won’t fit in a God damned shuttle!”

Rogue: Walks away, shaking his head again.

Key: Heads towards the nearest runabout.


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Ensign Donald ‘Don’ Key
Flight Control Officer
USS Albion