The Stoway (Part 2)
CAPTAINS LOG: We are under direct orders from Star-Convoy command to deliver the stowaway, Spot, otherwise known as Ocicat ruler, to star-base 0045, or was it starbase 1? Oh well, they are only a few million light years apart.
"Subcommander Ocee," I say, pacing around my captain's chair.
"Yes, that is my name," Subcommander Ocee says, giving me her famous innocent look.
"No, no!" I shout. "As I was saying, Subcommander Ocee,..." I looked up at her suspiciously, but not an ear twitched on her head, "...have you figured out what caused the disco ball on the bridge to malfunction?"
"Almost, you see, we have three possibilities: 1) We think that somehow the ship that landed on our hull could have tapped into our computer systems, 2)somehow Ocicat leader, Spot, was able to figure out how to get control of the disco ball from the catwalk, or 3) the once every century comet, Tailer, dragged so close to our ship, nearly burning our hull and caused our unknown disco ball to act up on us. However that is very unlikely, because the Ocicat Science Log chapter 10, section 3, subsection 21, paragraph 6, sentence 3 clearly states that this is highly unlikely due to….." Subcommander Ocee dragged on. I knew that this was one of the highly boring science talks that she was giving. I plugged my ears and started to hum a song to pass time. I then decided to take a turbo lift to the brig to question Spot, then I was going to retire to my room. I sat down in the turbo lift and listened to the hum of it going down. Unfortunately that was not enough to drown out Subcommander Ocee's highly boring science talk. I think she thought that the captain's chair was me. Truthfully I don't think I'm skinny enough to look like a chair though.
"Ensign Paws, have you gotten anywhere with the questioning?" I ask, standing back up and walking out of the turbo lift. ( I was lucky, because if I had taken one second longer to get out of the turbo lift, I would be headed for B-deck).
"No, Captain, if anything he has more information on me than I do on him-," Ensign Paws was cut off by Ocicat ruler, Spot.
"Hey, I don't like being called, 'he'!" Spot's muffled voice said.
"What do you mean that he has more information about you than we have on him?" I asked.
"Well, he keeps making silly deals with me such as, 'I'll tell you what my mission is if you give me your name, date of birth, family zip-code, favorite drink, personal log code, the captain's real name, and about this star-ship, the Cat-Nip', and then he doesn't tell me anything, Captain," Ensign Paws said.
"Huh, I see can see how that can affect you. Can I have a look at him?" I asked Ensign Paws. (I had never seen Ensign Paws before, so I figured since he was not a main character that he would get lost in an ion storm or something. The cats that had stayed on my ship for at least a year or so and I have no idea that they even existed, usually tend to get lost on unknown planets or dropped of at star-bases.)
"Don't call me 'him'. Call me, Ocicat leader, Spot!" Spot yelled from the brig.
"Uh, yeah…'' I said.
"Why did you sneak aboard my star-ship, the Cat-Nip?" I began, sitting down on a chair.
"Well, I received this urgent message from a passing Star Convoy ship, so I beamed off the Hard-To-Catch and in mid-transport, I was captured by an alien group. They locked onto me and brought me to their ship. I'll make a deal with ya' captain. Since it's summer and sales are good, I'll tell you more of the story for only $19.99! Sales here, beginning at $5.45 for all other items!" Spot said.
"Uh, Ensign Paws, I can see how you've been doing. Please tell me when you make any progress. I might as well go on a vacation with way things are looking!" I said to my ensign, Paws. Soon I was back on the bridge where everybody had fallen into a deep sleep listening to Subcommander Ocee who was still going on about Ocicat Science. I was starting to figure out how boring a ship can be, when I was called on my trans-watcha'ma-call it.
"Captain," blared the trans-watcha'ma-call it.
'What?" I asked, my ears perking up.
"We have received communications with a cloaked vessel!" The ttrans-watcha'ma-call it said.
"I'm on my way!" I said, dragging my fluffy tail out of the chair and heading toward the turbotlift.
"I'm receiving an incoming message sir…They call themselves, the Furr-engi!" my trans-watcha'ma-call it said.
Aboard the cloaked vessel…(Suspense rising).
"Ahh, my pretty…" A Furr-engi looked deep into a can of tuna,"Soon, with my brilliant genius, I will have enough money to buy truck-loads of tooon-aaah (tuna)!" The alien got out of his chair. His ears were very strange and curly.
"When do we get our next submission from Spot, surr (sir)?" A smirking Furr-engi asked.
"Soon, very soon. Unfortunately, for our poor mr. spot, he has not been able to get to his transmitter. However," The Furr-engi turned around and smiled at a Furr-engi, named Meager," We have been able to figure out the Cat-nip's mission, and we have been able to steal almost all of the tooon-aah, off the star-ship, Cat-Nip!" The leader Furr-engi says.
"Yes," Meager says rubbing his paws greedily," We will all get a fair share of the riches!" (Suspense rises as screen turns dark.)
To be continued in The Stowaway, (Part 3).
A hospital bed. Wha…? Why? Again? Nugget’s bleary yellow eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness of the cold, concrete room he was being kept in. A long row of hospital beds lined the endless, grimy wall, but his eyes were too unfocused to see them. Instead, it was the smell of weak alcohol cleaner that told him exactly where he was. Nugget tried to push himself up onto his legs, but a sharp, stabbing feeling rent his stomach.
Button’s paws pressed against the iron door, supporting her as she stood up on her two hind legs and tried to peer down the long, narrow row of identical white cells. The only thing different about each individual cell were the foul creatures that inhabited them, and really, Button thought, even they didn’t seem to vary much in size or demeanor.
Yet another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines On Lactolia."
Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
Like usual, its so long that its painful! (But you know you can't resist reading it, anyway.)
Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
An addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
A spin off the of the much-loved "Star Cats" series.
The behind-wiggling sequel to 'The Big Dent' Part 1.
As if the threat of a comet bound for the Solera Station didn’t seem looming enough, with the entire ship induced into a nervous, whispered panic, Subcommander Ocee could only keep from biting her claws and resisting the impulse to shrink away into a tight cranny—a box, a nook in the insulation, a raccoon trap—anything would do, really, to get away from this news: Lieutenant Lucky had just confirmed that the comet everybody was worried about was only seventeen minutes from impact.