When a Spaceman Meets a Dwarf

Prologue

Strange sounds emitted from the machine at which Xephos was working on. He was so close. If he could only find an energy source, the Enterprise would never be attacked again. Xephos would be hailed as a hero. He could take his rightful role as commander of the Enterprise. And best of all, Glenda would realize Xephos was worthy of her love.

Oh Glenda…

She was the most beautiful woman Xephos had ever laid eyes on. Glenda was an officer on the USS Enterprise and had a strong, intelligent personality. They spent hours on end discussing a sing goal they shared: To venture to that planet known as Earth.

"Hello, Xephos," said an oily voice behind Xephos.

Xephos sighed. He didn't have time for interruptions. "It's officer to you, Kirk," he remarked.

"Not for long," Kirk answered with a slight laugh. He then walked forward and placed himself in front of the over-worked captain. Xephos stared up at Kirk wearily and stood from his former kneeling position.

"What do you mean?" questioned Xephos.

In that moment Kirk unsheathed a long sword and pointed it at Xephos.

"I cannot allow you to finish that machine, I am afraid," Kirk growled. "My spot as leader will remain in my possession if it is the last thing I do."

In return, Xephos stated, "And I will make sure to personally keep that dream dead."

"That is unfortunate." With that, Kirk slashed at Xephos' arm causing him to clutch it in pain. Before Xephos could react, Kirk shoved him into a near-by escape pod and set it for launch.

"So long, officer," Kirk said simply. The pod blasted through the roof and flew into space. As Xephos fought the horrid pain, he watched his home grow smaller and smaller in size.

Honeydew

Honeydew walked into the mine with single-mined determination that could only be found in a dwarf of Khaz Modan. Sure, he had been called a pyromaniac, oaf, and some other choice words. But, today Honeydew would find so much diamond that it would even put Hurk to shame. Yes, the king of Khaz Modan did have a whole castle constructed of diamonds. But, Honeydew had something much better: a catchy tune in mind and an iron pick-axe in hand.

As he set out to strike his first piece of stone, Honeydew struck up his new song.

"I AM A DWARF AND I'M DIGGING A HOLE! DIGGY DIGGY HOLE! DIGGING A HOLE!" he sang loud enough for the whole mining team to hear.

"Oh, it's that oaf again."

"KEEP IT DOWN!"

"You are a disgrace!"

But, being the hardy dwarf he was, Honeydew continued. As Honeydew tore through the stone, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling: that something was about to explode. There was not time for reaction as an abundance of heat and pressure forced the dwarf back.

Once Honeydew conjured up his composure, he glumly observed his surroundings. The whole mine was a mass of rubbish and fire. On the bright side, everybody seems to have been unharmed.

"HONEYDEW, HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REMIND YOU THAT TNT IS FORBIDDEN FROM THE MINES?!"

Hurk emerged from the smoke and had a murderous look on his face. That lad should seriously consider taking part in an anger management course, Honeydew thought.

"Well this is offensive." Honeydew stated while starting to dust himself off. "My explosions are far more impressive. So, this was probably the doings of his." As he said this, he glared at the fellow giving him the evil eye.

"We all know that you are a pyromaniac!" Hurk exclaimed. "You are banned from the mines!"

"What a shame!" replied the ginger-bearded dwarf. "Would you like to cut my parole short as well? Although, secretly, Honeydew would miss the mines: it was the only place where Honeydew could "diggy diggy holes" without raising suspicion.

"You didn't let me finish," Hurk returned with a deranged voice. "You are also exiled from KHAZ MODAN you worthless dwarf!"

"I didn't even blow anything up!" Honeydew said, and then added, "Well today."

"That is complete rubbish!" Hurk yelled. "Now LEAVE!"

Holding back a sob, Honeydew answered, "Just let me pack my things. I will be gone by morning."

"Very well." With that statement, all dwarves left the mining area grumbling about how pathetic Honeydew was.

The out-casted dwarf just stood there feeling a burst of sadness. However, this was soon followed by curiosity.

What was that explosion?

As Honeydew headed towards the mess, he saw a shining object peaking from the mass of the collapsed mine. Honeydew was heading closer when he heard a disturbance beneath the mound. It sounded like a groan.

Quickly, Honeydew leapt on top of the mound and, using his dwarven strength, quickly removed the rubble to reveal a spacecraft.

What the hell?

The strangest part however, was a dark-haired man covered in blood, who was lying motionless in this bizarre machine. Using his hammer, Honeydew broke the glass and retrieved the man. Upon closer examination, Honeydew realized that this tall, thin man was wearing a type of black and red uniform. Without hesitation, Honeydew headed towards his home with the stranger draped like a rag doll in his arms.