… But as we say on Earth; C’est la vie!

Posted on Tue Jun 6th, 2023 @ 3:06pm by Commander Donald ‘Don’ Key

Mission: Albion, on Ice!
Location: USS Albion
Timeline: Present

:ON:

#Snip#

Sprague: ::rushes over and grabs the figure, revealing it to be Townsend:: "Master Chief Petty Officer Townsend... again!?! What the tricorders are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"

Townsend: "Help me, Dick. Take me home."

#Snip#

Key: ::Knocks on the door:: “Uh, if this is a bad time for you both I can come back later…?”

Townsend: ::Faints in Sprague’s arms::

Sprague: “Key, get the medics down here. Get them now!”

Key: ::Taps comm badge and rolls his eyes:: “Don to sickbay, Townsend has fainted dramatically again in his quarters.”

{Half an hour later, Spacedock}

Key: “So where are they meeting us?” ::Munches on cheeseburger, ketchup falling onto his uniform::

Sprague: “It was supposed to be here.” ::Munches on a hot dog, mustard falling onto his uniform::

Unknown man: “Captain Sprague I presume?”

Sprague: ::Turns towards the voice:: “Who’s askin?”

Panache: “Eduardo de Panache the Seventh, at your service.” ::Bows flamboyantly::

Key: “Who?”

Panache: “I am the director of Starfleet on Ice!” ::He waves his hand:: “and this is my producer, Derek Millbanks, and my two performers; Grace DeCroix and Edward Crossfield.”

Key: ::Takes another bite of his burger:: “Nice to meet you.”

Sprague: “I gather we have some organising to do!”

Panache: “Indeed!”


:OFF:

Commander Don Key
Flight Control Officer
USS Albion