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grata . You must have really pissed him off. We can’t wait to hear what happened!”
“I’m not sure. I selected a pilot mission to take a fighter off of a destroyer to help sink a pirate,” he began. “When I got there, a guy on the bridge told me what to do. To get into the fighter and not touch anything, that he’d take care of everything.”
“That sounds like Eric,” Duncan heard from behind him.
“So I got in the ship, it took off on its own and started moving. I didn’t touch anything. I started reading about pirate hunting on the wiki, just to get an idea of how I could help.”
He paused, spread his hands, “And then I saw a weird shimmer in the stars in front of me. I’d read that was one of the things that happened when you were really close to a ship with cloaking on. So I grabbed the stick and opened fire.”
He looked around.
“I don’t get it. We were there to kill the pirate. We killed the pirate. Why’d he get so freaked out?”
Blesk laughed, “Your mistake was thinking we were there to kill the pirate, when in reality he was there to kill the pirate. You were just there because he couldn’t do it by himself.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he continued, “the guy’s gone full Captain Ahab . Hell, he doesn’t even have to make it as hard on himself as he does. All he has to do is sign up the ship to answer a distress call, then he could jump into instances with us.”
“Instances?” asked Duncan.
“Missions,” answered Tex.
Blesk nodded, continued, “Yeah. He could come with us, have some fun, and we’d get a notification when we finished a mission if a distress call was received while we were playing. Then we could all jump into the destroyer and go hunt down the pirate.”
“But he doesn’t want to do it that way,” said a voice behind Duncan. He turned, saw it was someone named ‘Third’.
“He wants us all to sit in the ship, each of us manning our stations, ” continued Third, “like good little sailors, obedient to our worshipful captain.”
“As if staring at my navigation screen, all day, is in any way fun,” added Tex. “But since he named me the ‘Nav Officer’, that’s what I’m supposed to do.”
“Why?” asked Duncan.
“Don’t know, brother,” responded Blesk. “Maybe it addresses his fantasy of being a ship captain. Maybe he likes the suspense of the hunt, trying to out think the opponent.”
“Maybe he’s just a dick, who needs a swift kick between the legs,” said Tex.
“He’s not that bad,” countered Blesk. “He’s a good guy,” he paused, “well, he can be a good guy.”
“Give me a break, Blesk,” said Tex, “the guy made his AI assistant the freaking Executive Officer of the ship. He’s batshit crazy.” His voice changed to a mocking singsong, “ Number One, Flank speed!”
“In any case,” interrupted Third, “we’ve got him blocked, so he can’t pester us constantly about joining in the hunt or some nonsense.”
“We let him go on about his business,” said Blesk
“Like the short-bus mental case he is,” interjected Tex.
“While we go about ours,” continued Blesk. “When we saw his rant about all of us not having anything to do with you, we just thought we’d probably need to come apologize for Fleet Bigweek.”
“Bigweek?” asked Duncan.
“It’s a long, long story, brother,” laughed Blesk. “But if we can ever be of service, please don’t hesitate to ask. Just, you know, in person and not via the message channels.”
“I guess those go through Captain West.” said Duncan.
“You got it.”
“Can I ask you guys something?”
“Sure.”
“Why do you guys keep him around? The ship belongs to all of you, right? You could just kick him out of the group.”
Blesk shrugged, “Like I said, he can be a good guy. We’ve known him for a lot of years. That counts for something with us.”
“Plus,” said Tex, “if we kicked him out he’d probably go off the deep end and
“I’m not sure. I selected a pilot mission to take a fighter off of a destroyer to help sink a pirate,” he began. “When I got there, a guy on the bridge told me what to do. To get into the fighter and not touch anything, that he’d take care of everything.”
“That sounds like Eric,” Duncan heard from behind him.
“So I got in the ship, it took off on its own and started moving. I didn’t touch anything. I started reading about pirate hunting on the wiki, just to get an idea of how I could help.”
He paused, spread his hands, “And then I saw a weird shimmer in the stars in front of me. I’d read that was one of the things that happened when you were really close to a ship with cloaking on. So I grabbed the stick and opened fire.”
He looked around.
“I don’t get it. We were there to kill the pirate. We killed the pirate. Why’d he get so freaked out?”
Blesk laughed, “Your mistake was thinking we were there to kill the pirate, when in reality he was there to kill the pirate. You were just there because he couldn’t do it by himself.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he continued, “the guy’s gone full Captain Ahab . Hell, he doesn’t even have to make it as hard on himself as he does. All he has to do is sign up the ship to answer a distress call, then he could jump into instances with us.”
“Instances?” asked Duncan.
“Missions,” answered Tex.
Blesk nodded, continued, “Yeah. He could come with us, have some fun, and we’d get a notification when we finished a mission if a distress call was received while we were playing. Then we could all jump into the destroyer and go hunt down the pirate.”
“But he doesn’t want to do it that way,” said a voice behind Duncan. He turned, saw it was someone named ‘Third’.
“He wants us all to sit in the ship, each of us manning our stations, ” continued Third, “like good little sailors, obedient to our worshipful captain.”
“As if staring at my navigation screen, all day, is in any way fun,” added Tex. “But since he named me the ‘Nav Officer’, that’s what I’m supposed to do.”
“Why?” asked Duncan.
“Don’t know, brother,” responded Blesk. “Maybe it addresses his fantasy of being a ship captain. Maybe he likes the suspense of the hunt, trying to out think the opponent.”
“Maybe he’s just a dick, who needs a swift kick between the legs,” said Tex.
“He’s not that bad,” countered Blesk. “He’s a good guy,” he paused, “well, he can be a good guy.”
“Give me a break, Blesk,” said Tex, “the guy made his AI assistant the freaking Executive Officer of the ship. He’s batshit crazy.” His voice changed to a mocking singsong, “ Number One, Flank speed!”
“In any case,” interrupted Third, “we’ve got him blocked, so he can’t pester us constantly about joining in the hunt or some nonsense.”
“We let him go on about his business,” said Blesk
“Like the short-bus mental case he is,” interjected Tex.
“While we go about ours,” continued Blesk. “When we saw his rant about all of us not having anything to do with you, we just thought we’d probably need to come apologize for Fleet Bigweek.”
“Bigweek?” asked Duncan.
“It’s a long, long story, brother,” laughed Blesk. “But if we can ever be of service, please don’t hesitate to ask. Just, you know, in person and not via the message channels.”
“I guess those go through Captain West.” said Duncan.
“You got it.”
“Can I ask you guys something?”
“Sure.”
“Why do you guys keep him around? The ship belongs to all of you, right? You could just kick him out of the group.”
Blesk shrugged, “Like I said, he can be a good guy. We’ve known him for a lot of years. That counts for something with us.”
“Plus,” said Tex, “if we kicked him out he’d probably go off the deep end and
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