Blackadder TNG
Posted: 2005-09-05 07:53am
Part One
"Who're you?", Ensign Edmund Blackadder squirmed in his new uniform, trying to work out a posture that looked dignified without getting a wedgie.
"I'm a Baldrick." the possiably alien creature replied. "I'll be your bunkmate."
"No, what's your name?" Edmund wondered how, in an age of sonic cleaners and replicated clothes that a being could get so, grubby. And he smelled.
"Oh, that's Baldrick too. Bit of a mistake with the records. I'm my own species." the creature anounced proudly. "I'm in hydroponics."
"Isn't everything done by matter transfer?"
"Naw, not really. Too much power. Most of the recyclings done mechanically. The matter-transfer is just to impress the indigs. But the ship is almost totally self sufficient. Everything gets recycled."
"Everything?" Edmund had just had lunch.
"Miracle of 24th century science." Baldrick beamed "When the crew say the rations are shit, they're not wrong!"
"That's disgusting. I thought it would be clean and all just whisked away. My ship will be like that."
"Your ship?"
"Yes Baldrick. I'm in Command. I'm on the fast track, I am. Within a few years I'll be captain and then it's 'Admiral Blackadder'." Edmund adopted a heroic pose and only winced slightly "Just follow my rising star Baldrick. A few choice assignments, a few battles won and I'm on my way!"
Baldrick wondered how this starry eyed ensign would meet his fate. This was the 'Enterprise' after all. He was thinking of putting his money on 'all bodily fluids drained'.
"Yep, Admiral 'Iron Hats' Blackadder they'll call me." Edmund went on dreamily. A panel chimed. "Well that's me for the bridge. Destiny awaits."
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"Begone from whence you came!" intoned the alien who had just teleported onto the bridge.
"Why!" roared Capt Picard, a huge barrel chested bear of a man.
"You are uncivilised, dangerous, child ra..." The alien was interupted by 12 phaser beams converging on him "Owwww! You'll pay for..." the beams increased in intensity, "Arrrgghhhhh!"
"Harder!" screamed the captain. The alien collapsed under the intense bombardment. "Damned higher life forms. Change into pure energy and think they can push us arround? Hah!"
"Don't you think we should of talked to it?" asked the LT Troi, the ship's counselor.
"Why? It'd just ponce about with annoying platitudes and zap us for laughs. So we zap them first. Got that men! Anything appears on the bridge you zap it! After all, we can always ask questions later."
The bridge crew murmured assent.
"Right, space this idiot and continue to... where are we going again?"
"Farpoint station captain." said Ensign Edmund
"Very good, Edward. Right, warp 5."
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'Six weeks. Six bloody weeks and the captain can't even get my name right yet!" Edmund fumed.
"So how's showing off your dynamic potential then?" asked Baldrick.
"I can't! Not with that maniac in charge! He just shoots everything."
"It works though. Notice how everyone is so nice to us?"
"But isn't it supposed to be about tact and diplomacy?"
"Naw, shootings better."
"But any twit can fire a phaser. How am I supposed to stand out? Get noticed? Be promoted if the only thing that seems to count is an itchy trigger finger?"
"Don't want to stand out. Standing out's a good way to end up in medical."
"I'm not going to be Ensign all my life! I'm going to demand to be in charge of the next mission. I'll show him some leadership skills!"
"This will be something to see."
"Oh yeah? Well you're coming with me then?"
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"Who're you?", Ensign Edmund Blackadder squirmed in his new uniform, trying to work out a posture that looked dignified without getting a wedgie.
"I'm a Baldrick." the possiably alien creature replied. "I'll be your bunkmate."
"No, what's your name?" Edmund wondered how, in an age of sonic cleaners and replicated clothes that a being could get so, grubby. And he smelled.
"Oh, that's Baldrick too. Bit of a mistake with the records. I'm my own species." the creature anounced proudly. "I'm in hydroponics."
"Isn't everything done by matter transfer?"
"Naw, not really. Too much power. Most of the recyclings done mechanically. The matter-transfer is just to impress the indigs. But the ship is almost totally self sufficient. Everything gets recycled."
"Everything?" Edmund had just had lunch.
"Miracle of 24th century science." Baldrick beamed "When the crew say the rations are shit, they're not wrong!"
"That's disgusting. I thought it would be clean and all just whisked away. My ship will be like that."
"Your ship?"
"Yes Baldrick. I'm in Command. I'm on the fast track, I am. Within a few years I'll be captain and then it's 'Admiral Blackadder'." Edmund adopted a heroic pose and only winced slightly "Just follow my rising star Baldrick. A few choice assignments, a few battles won and I'm on my way!"
Baldrick wondered how this starry eyed ensign would meet his fate. This was the 'Enterprise' after all. He was thinking of putting his money on 'all bodily fluids drained'.
"Yep, Admiral 'Iron Hats' Blackadder they'll call me." Edmund went on dreamily. A panel chimed. "Well that's me for the bridge. Destiny awaits."
*********************
"Begone from whence you came!" intoned the alien who had just teleported onto the bridge.
"Why!" roared Capt Picard, a huge barrel chested bear of a man.
"You are uncivilised, dangerous, child ra..." The alien was interupted by 12 phaser beams converging on him "Owwww! You'll pay for..." the beams increased in intensity, "Arrrgghhhhh!"
"Harder!" screamed the captain. The alien collapsed under the intense bombardment. "Damned higher life forms. Change into pure energy and think they can push us arround? Hah!"
"Don't you think we should of talked to it?" asked the LT Troi, the ship's counselor.
"Why? It'd just ponce about with annoying platitudes and zap us for laughs. So we zap them first. Got that men! Anything appears on the bridge you zap it! After all, we can always ask questions later."
The bridge crew murmured assent.
"Right, space this idiot and continue to... where are we going again?"
"Farpoint station captain." said Ensign Edmund
"Very good, Edward. Right, warp 5."
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'Six weeks. Six bloody weeks and the captain can't even get my name right yet!" Edmund fumed.
"So how's showing off your dynamic potential then?" asked Baldrick.
"I can't! Not with that maniac in charge! He just shoots everything."
"It works though. Notice how everyone is so nice to us?"
"But isn't it supposed to be about tact and diplomacy?"
"Naw, shootings better."
"But any twit can fire a phaser. How am I supposed to stand out? Get noticed? Be promoted if the only thing that seems to count is an itchy trigger finger?"
"Don't want to stand out. Standing out's a good way to end up in medical."
"I'm not going to be Ensign all my life! I'm going to demand to be in charge of the next mission. I'll show him some leadership skills!"
"This will be something to see."
"Oh yeah? Well you're coming with me then?"
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