the very beginning of stardance's story
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maderrThough if you don't want Kidnapped verse, just lemme know ^^;;;
Combat class star ship #13512550, the Melee
"Tell Kavalerov he can suck my left nut."
A deep chuckle filled the bridge, eminating from the main speakers.
Cornelius dragged a hand down his face and glared at his communications officer. "I distinctly remeber ordering you not to put him on speaker, Gypsy."
"Oops?" Gypsy said with a shameless grin.
"Gypsy, you can suck my right nut. Go ahead and put the good Chancellor on screen, let's make this a real party." He made a face as the face of the High Chancellor appeared on the main sccreen. "My answer is no."
"Strange," Kavalerov said, feigning confusion. "I don't recall asking you about it, Captain Lady."
Wincing at the sound of his hated surname, Cornelius resisted the urge to tell the High Chancellor precisely what he could do with the cup of water he was sipping. "Not doing it. This a combat ship, High Chancellor. We need an engineer who can handle that, not some flounce-through-the-trees Kreskan. How the blazes did a Kreskan wind up in the IG Army?"
"You can ask him whe you pick him up in Bangkok," Kavalerov replied.
"You dumped a Kreskan in Bangkok," Cornelisu said increduously. "What are you trying to do to the poor guy? Kill him before he gets on my damn ship?" He paused. "Actually, that sounds like a good idea. Then I won't have to deal with him at all."
Kavalerov lifted a brow. "You have your orders, Captain. You're too retrieve Master Engineer Forith Demane at dock 5, 14:30 Zero time. Am I understood?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cornelius groused, waving one hand in a shooing motion. "But when this kid freaks out and kills himself or something, it's entirely on your head."
"Understood," Kavalerov said. Then he smirked, "But I think I'll just save us a later conversation and say 'I told you so' now."
"Gypsy," Cornelius acted as though Kavalerove were not still onscreen. "Tell the High Chancellor that he can suck my left nut and my dick."
"What about your right nut, sir?" Gypsy asked seriously.
"That's still yours."
"Oh, good," Gypsy replied with mock relief. "I was starting to feel jealous."
Cornelius rolled his eyes as the crew and Kavalerov laughed. "Maybe I should just replace the whole damn crew. You losers shouldn't be too hard to sell, even on Bangkok."
Combat class star ship #13512550, the Melee
"Tell Kavalerov he can suck my left nut."
A deep chuckle filled the bridge, eminating from the main speakers.
Cornelius dragged a hand down his face and glared at his communications officer. "I distinctly remeber ordering you not to put him on speaker, Gypsy."
"Oops?" Gypsy said with a shameless grin.
"Gypsy, you can suck my right nut. Go ahead and put the good Chancellor on screen, let's make this a real party." He made a face as the face of the High Chancellor appeared on the main sccreen. "My answer is no."
"Strange," Kavalerov said, feigning confusion. "I don't recall asking you about it, Captain Lady."
Wincing at the sound of his hated surname, Cornelius resisted the urge to tell the High Chancellor precisely what he could do with the cup of water he was sipping. "Not doing it. This a combat ship, High Chancellor. We need an engineer who can handle that, not some flounce-through-the-trees Kreskan. How the blazes did a Kreskan wind up in the IG Army?"
"You can ask him whe you pick him up in Bangkok," Kavalerov replied.
"You dumped a Kreskan in Bangkok," Cornelisu said increduously. "What are you trying to do to the poor guy? Kill him before he gets on my damn ship?" He paused. "Actually, that sounds like a good idea. Then I won't have to deal with him at all."
Kavalerov lifted a brow. "You have your orders, Captain. You're too retrieve Master Engineer Forith Demane at dock 5, 14:30 Zero time. Am I understood?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cornelius groused, waving one hand in a shooing motion. "But when this kid freaks out and kills himself or something, it's entirely on your head."
"Understood," Kavalerov said. Then he smirked, "But I think I'll just save us a later conversation and say 'I told you so' now."
"Gypsy," Cornelius acted as though Kavalerove were not still onscreen. "Tell the High Chancellor that he can suck my left nut and my dick."
"What about your right nut, sir?" Gypsy asked seriously.
"That's still yours."
"Oh, good," Gypsy replied with mock relief. "I was starting to feel jealous."
Cornelius rolled his eyes as the crew and Kavalerov laughed. "Maybe I should just replace the whole damn crew. You losers shouldn't be too hard to sell, even on Bangkok."
