Aug 25, 2013

TImes Gone by Part 3

Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles
Subcommander Ocee was stunned.  She picked the plasma leak duct tape off of her mouth and called for help.
    "Ensign! Come here!" She shouted.  Two cats came through the corridor immediately.
    "The Captain--he just. . .DISAPEARED!" Said Subcommander Ocee in panic.  After all--what was this going to do to her career?!  The two ensigns stood dumb-founded as the portal to the past closed.
    "Hey--stick your paw through let's see what happens!" One of the two ensigns whispered to the other after a while.
    "Yeah, great idea--I always told Ma you were brains! Maybe my paw or something will fall off and go into the 1900s!!" whispered the other Ensign in response.  They both chuckled and one attempted to stick his paw through the portal.
    "Not a great idea--Great idea: Get the captain back!" Subcommander Ocee hissed.  Subcommander Ocee wasn't her calm orderly self,"Who knows what this could do to my career!" She whined as she walked to the nearest turbo-lift.  She turned back around and smiled, "I mean, who knows what will happen to the Captain's career."

    Two hours had gone by since the Captain had been lost and Subcommander Ocee was still finicking.  She paced around her quarters. "Subcommander's Log: It's been twelve hours since we first lost the Captain in "The Time Portal" as the crew calls it. . . or was it two?  Anymeow (anyhow) I'm worried--if I can't get the captain back I could lose--" Subcommander Ocee paused.  A new look spread rapidly across her face--an excited look, "No, I could get a promotion-yes!  I can picture it now, I could be the NEW captain of the Starship Catnip! Oh yeah!. . . . . . I guess that would be wrong however--I mean dropping the investigation for captain Shankadoodle only" Subcommander Ocee pauses to look at the clock," 2 hours after he's lost.  It's wrong and it almost looks fishy. Mmmmm. . . FISH-y, I'm headed for the cafeteria.

    Ocee slowly walked to the cafeteria.  She was in deep thought.  Then the Search-and-Rescue party came around the corner--all of three crew members.  Subcommander Ocee looked up.
    "Have you found any clues yet?"  She asked worriedly.  Two of them ignored her and made a beeline for their quarters.
    "What's going on?" She asked, looking toward the only member of the Search-and-Rescue party left.
    "Well I told them not too, but. . .about five minutes ago they decided they wanted to be the 'Search and Rest' party," He looked a little confused himself.
    "O.K. Well. . .we'll deal with that later, anyway we have investigate clues--have any?"
    "Yeah, but it's a long shot, you see, we were supposed to apply this new piece of equipment onto our main engine before we went into The Purple Nebula, it would of kept us safe from these sort of anomalies, but Captain Shtankadoodle was just too impatient, and figured that we could apply this equipment later.  Well, this year, actually every four, The Purple Nebula always has a heated charge because of one of the comets that passes by, well heated charges amplify the already present Bohfite Rays and they open time portals throughout any big object flying through the space."
    "Well why did it take the Captain and not just like someone we haven't ever heard of before--life Ensign Ricky?  At least he isn't missed!"  Complained Subcommander Ocee.
A cat in uniform walking by replied "Hey! I take that rather offensively!" With that the cat ran away.
    "I take it he is Ensign Ricky,"  whispered Subcommander Ocee.

Subcommander's Log: We have still not found the Captain yet, but some equipment that was never applied could just bring him back--We're counting on you Phlooze Injector!

    "Your name is actually "Scratchadoodle!" Shtankadoodel happily meowed.
    "Soo?" The old farmer asked as he rode along on his mule.  He looked rather silly on it.
    "That WAS my Grandfather's name!" I said.
    "Wait a min, I don't have any grand-kittens, sonny.  Your confus'n me with the wrong cat!" Said the old farmer gruffly.
    "No! You are my grandpa! I got throne back in time and my name isn't Mickey, it's Shtankadoodle!" I said trying to get the old farmer to understand.
    "Yeah--right," The farmer aid.  He turned around and whispered,"Weirdo."
    "But all of what I just said is true!" I tried to explain.
    The old farmer turned around and said to Me,"Even if it were, no grand-kitten of mine would ever be named such an atrocious name! Hrrumph. . . Sthankadoodle-What a nasty name!" I glared at the old farmer--my grandfather.  Who in right mind would call "Shtankadoodle" a bad name.  It was quite nice, besides, after all, he was named "Scratchadoodle"!

    Meanwhile, 70 years in the future Subcommander Ocee is desperately pushing whats left of her Search and Rescue party to apply the Phlooze injector.
    "I'm working as hard as I can, Subcommander!  It's not like he's going anywhere!"the Ensign meowed,"Besides, maybe recruiting the Main Engineer would speed things up a bit!"
    "Sorry, I guess I'm bothering you--I'll get started on that right away," Subcommander Ocee agreed.  Subcommander Ocee left and soon afterwards the ensign could focus on actually unpacking the phlooze injector and applying it.

    "I am your grand kitten!  Besides, I know what your favorite folk-song is and i can prove it!" I started to sing,"There was a cat--," I paused.  it had been a while since I had quoted that song.  He tried to remember," He was a happy cat….A very happy cat….He was a very very very happy cat….he was a happy cat indeed!" I nervously looked around, I had no clue what the lyrics were anymore,"He drank milk, Yes! He drank lots and lots and--," Scratchadoodles attention was drifting,"LOTS OF MILK, yes, he drank a LOT OF MILK!!!!!!"  Scratchadoodle was very confused when Shtankadoodles attempt at a folk song was done.
    "Yaw…….eh….Wha' was that? He asked.  There was no hope, Shtankadoodle was stuck in the past!  Then a purple cloud started to form beside him, and he was sucked inside just in time to see Scratchadoodle faint.

    Captains Log: We made it across the Purple Nubula, and luckily I'm not in the 1950s, Scratchadoodle was getting on my nerves.  I did some research on him and learned that he never actually did have a lab in his house, just a crazy idea he got from a cat named "Mickey".