djdarlek

Consciousness was creeping very slowly towards Abbadon- making its way gradually into his head, and bringing with it waves of pain. Each passing moment brought him closer to the realization that:

a. He had no idea where he was
b. He had no idea how he got there
c. Drinking an entire bottle of that domestic booze he had picked up in the Jigari space station, was not an idea likely to enter the top5 list of best ideas ever, and perhaps not even to the top 10.

He would have been quite content to spend the day there, if it wasnt for the annoying buzzing noise that seemed to get louder and louder- coming from somewhere above him.
He decided to count to 3 and get up- it will be hard for a few seconds, but that was more then enough time for him to locate more alcohol and consume it.

He got ready- 1..
2.
3-

BAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

He hit his head on the bottom side of his ships control board- realizing that he had spent the night underneath it

He got up, rubbing his forehead- feeling a large bump starting to form, sending yet more pain signals to his brain.
That damn buzzing noise!- where was that damn thing coming from?!?
A single light flashed across the main monitor. It was an intercepted message which the computer was in the process of decoding- using a code breaker unit he had picked up in the black market on Jaissak.
It was, of course, a highly illegal thing to do, but when youre already wanted in 17 star systems for various accounts, including smuggling of illegal goods, piracy, grand theft, fraud, enticing a riot and shoplifting- somehow your values become a bit more flexible then those of most men.

He stood there staring at the screen. He was a pilot, not a damn code-breaker. Where was his good for nothing partner?!? He couldnt do everything himself- and besides Daaaaaaaarlek!!!!!!!!!! he screamed at the top of his lungs.

A door snapped open- releasing an overwhelming cloud of thick smoke.
2 minutes later, when the smoke finally cleared, Abbadon could at last see his co-pilot and partner in crime. DJDarlek was wearing a colorful suit, fitted with tiny holographic projectors. The suit was changing colors and shapes according to Darleks mood- he had picked it up in one of those touristy resorts on Kilaun 5- where they had stopped for the triple full moon rave, and insisted on wearing it at all times. The source of the smoke was obvious enough- he was dragging a 6 foot water pipe, the end of which trailing on the floor behind him.

Yes?

Oh- thank fuck indeed for helping me out! Here I am trying to fly this ship, banging my head on stuff when youre sitting in your room smoking those purple roots! Can you even remember your own name?

Hey, hey- no need for aggression- its all love, eh? he was always amused at his friends lack of ability to mellow out.

Abbadon didnt care much for this hippy crap, but was in no mood to argue any further-Take a look at this- I cant make anything out of this gibberish

Lets see Darlek sat down and started fiddling with the keyboard. Hey- thats interesting he said- his suit turning purple with tiny cones forming on his back- Havent seen one of these in a while Seems like a military code- unusually complex

Can you do it or not? Abbadon became impatient- there was more resting to be done and the day wasnt getting any longer

Hang on. Almost Done! You could say what you will about Darleks smoking habits- when it came down to it he was one of the top hackers in the galaxy.

Let me see Abbadon pushed Darlek aside to get a better view. The message read:


-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=Top Secret=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

From: Ambassador Lerchurl- High Galactic Council
To: Admiral Garsh- Star Fleet Command HQ.

The package is lost.
Last spotted at coordinates- 234589YE/8900-123UG
Get it back at any cost.


-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-


Hmmmmmmm I wonder whats in the package said Abbadon quietly, almost to himself.

Set course Darlek- lets see what we can find there. I have a good feeling about this! Abbadons voice trailed behind him as he made his way out of the bridge.

But Darlek started protesting, soon to realize that he was standing there all by himself.

Damn rotation plan! he thought. It was Abbadons turn to be captain this week. He delighted in ordering Darlek around and insisting on being called Captain Abbadon, Sir.

He could turn the ship around at that moment, but somehow that didnt feel right. Being too close to that disgusting Admiral Garsh had proved to be a bad idea in the past

A thought crossed his mind- they were close to the rebel base, perhaps they could get some information before commencing another one of Abbadons money making schemes, better known to the rest of humanity as a: Suicide Mission.

He thought for a second, looked back at the bathroom door, where Abbadon was taking one of his 4 hour nap-baths


Little green smilies started forming on his suit as he punched in the coordinates.

It's more like 18 days, four hours, and twenty minutes.