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Feb 12, 2013

The Stoway (Part 2)

Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

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).

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