EPISODE CIV - SMELLY GWEN AND THE FOUNTAIN OF CHEESE
The trip to the surface was an eventful one, beginning when Jeffy scraped the vessel against the bulwarks, removing the ships identification numbers from the hull on his way into space.
It ended when he unceremoniously deposited the ship onto the planet's surface, jolting his anxious crew, and sending up a proverbial pillar of dust on impact.
Powering down the ship, Jeffy turned to Krashaki and smiled. "Just like riding a bike", he stated, "you never forget how to do it."
Krash shuddered as he pulled up the blast shield on his helmet. He noted with some relief that they were safely on the ground, and was relatively certain it was the correct planet, though he'd pulled the
visor over his eyes shortly after lift off. He looked around for the commandos in the seats behind him, and noted that they were already scrambling for the exit. Good idea, he thought, unbuckling himself
from his harness.
Mr. Jeffy, involved as he was in a lengthy narrative regarding the questionable performance of the vessel, did not note his co-pilot's exit. "...and the gyros could use a little tweaking, but all in all...",
he paused and looked around, noting that he was alone. "Good idea, guys.", he called out the hatch, "Secure the area while I take the post flight readings."
Krashaki stepped gingerly between the already stewing pool of vomit that spattered the immediate area around the ship. Team Alpha-Alpha, despite their motion sickness, had tactically deployed themselves around
the ship, and secured the perimeter. Krash saw Corporal Powell moving between the sentries and moved to join him.
"Sorry about the descent, Corporal.", Krash muttered with genuine regret.
"That was more like a controlled plummet.", Powell remarked disdainfully, "Where'd that gah' learn to flah', anyway?"
"Fleet Academy.", Krash replied, somewhat surprised at the corporal's ignorance in regards to flight training.
Powell studied the pilot briefly before shaking his head and continuing on his rounds.
Mr. Jeffy stepped purposefully down the catwalk that led to the ground, his hands clasped behind his back. "Good work men.", he said to no one in particular as he surveyed the area with an inexpert
eye. He let his gaze fall to Powell. "Corporal, have you men form up and", he added with a sardonic grin, "I'll take them for a little run."
"Ah-ah, sir.", Powell said with little enthusiasm. "Angels, Form Hup!!"
Strike force Alpha-Alpha broke into two squads, slung their gear onto their backs and prepared to move out. Jeffy stepped to the front of the group. "Try and keep up, men.", he said over his
shoulder as he took of at a quick trot.
