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More waiting!
Today was not a good day. Smegit had finally got the ships batteries fully charged but the hanger bay doors had refused to open.
That’s always the way isn’t it? Months of inactivity had left the ships in a poor state of repair, they needed to get to a TRI station as soon as possible. But as soon as the ships were repaired (to the best of Smeg’s knowledge) then the mothership brakes down! Still, the whisky was a great help. Whiskey was one of those things the Red Dwarfers had got by trawling through the computer records on the ship, Holly (the ship computer) seemed to record everything. And although Holly’s higher brain functions had to be currently switched off, the detail in the backup store was amazing! From it they had deciphered the language of the people who had built the Red Dwarf. Holly had built up a detailed database on their people, and one of the things in it was how to distil whisky. Some of the stuff they tried at first using the instructions was 5 year old now, and going strong. You have to remember the Red Dwarfers brewery was creating alcohol for 50 or more people at its peak, but now Smeg was allowed to drink it on his own in his own leisure. Still he would rather have some company. So the whisky helped, but it sure didn’t cure all the problems. It didn’t help that the long range communications scanner would occasionally pick up snippets of conversation he found familiar. It was disturbing now that he wanted to be back out there amongst it all, and he couldn’t! Through whiskey strained eyes he read the latest communication from the computer. The nano-bots were now working on a repair for the hanger doors! So it wouldn’t be long before he could use them again. Smeg smiled, and then slowly tipped the contents of his whisky glass over his head, a long standing Red Dwarfer tradition (usually done with lager, rather that a 5 year old malt whisky). Still grinning uncontrollably, Smeg said “Once more into the breech, whatever one of those is, but I’m coming to get yer!!!!!” And with that fell soundly asleep on the console……… (IC slightly, I cant get back as soon as I’d planned due to Western Union, but it all should be solved soon J) |
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