THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RED DWARF
PART 8
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"And who the smeg appointed you Captain?" Rimmer demanded peevishly.
"I'm the highest-ranking officer here. That puts me in
charge, Mr. Second Technician
Rimmer."
She did have a point. Rimmer seethed silently and plotted to get rid of her
once and for all.
The entire company assembled in the Captain's Office at the appointed time,
though they weren't all happy about it.
Kryten was particularly annoyed with her, grumbling under his breath: "Bossy old trout!"
"Here is our
plan," Kochanski announced to the assembled crew. "We split into two
teams--one will search for possible survivors, the other will salvage what
supplies and equipment we can find."
"Who's on what team?" Lister asked.
"Dave, you and Kryten are with me . . ."
Kryten harrumphed and
looked annoyed, but said nothing.
Kochanski had a blackboard on an easel, with "RESCUE" on one side and
"SALVAGE" on the other. She wrote her name, Lister's, and Kryten's
under "RESCUE." "Who else have we got?"
"Rimmer and Cat."
"I think we should be on the third team," Rimmer said. "The 'stay behind in case it's a trap and they board us while we're away' team. Cat, me, and . . . the chap with the big sword."
Kochanski's expression immediately signalled that wasn't an option.
"I'll go on the
Salvage team!" Merry announced. "I'm good at finding things."
"Except lager," Pippin muttered under his breath. The disappearance
of the ship's alcohol had been hard on him. He was looking forward to a pint or
two, if they ever found one.
On board the Andrea
Bocelli,meanwhile . . . the creatures watched and
waited. Waited for food to come to them.
The fake-distress-call ploy had worked like a charm. This red one was the fifth
such vessel to fall for it, and the occupants of the previous four had made for
fine feasts. These ones would prove no different, surely.
Inside Red Dwarf's ventilator systems,Gollum continued to hunt for the ring. He could sense it nearby, but could never manage to come out where it was. The vents were a maze of tunnels, all leading to the wrong places.
"My precious does not like this,yes." he complained. "We hates it."
There was nothing he
could do, though, but press on, and hope he found the ring soon.
In the Captain's Office, the final plan had been laid. The Rescue team
consisted of: Kochanski, Lister, Kryten, Aragorn (whom Frodo had suggested for
his healing abilities, in case there were injured survivors), Gandalf, and
Boromir (big surprise there; if Krissie hadn't been a hologram, everyone would
have suspected her of getting him onto her team so they could have a quick snog
in a corner somewhere). The Salvage team, meanwhile, was comprised of Rimmer,
Cat, the Hobbits, Gimli, and Legolas.
"We'll take Starbug," Kochanski insisted, "and split up when we
get there, keeping radio contact. Two people, and two people only, on each team
will carry a bazookoid."
"Smegging Mary Sue." Rimmer muttered at her behind her back.
Most of the
Fellowship preferred to bring their own weapons, so the bazookoid shortage
wasn't a problem.
They boarded Starbug and waited while Kryten went through all the preflight
checks. To pass the time, they listened to Rasta Billy Skank's Grammy-winning
CD, "Headbangin' in Honolulu".
For 3.8 seconds.
"What the smeg is that noise?" Rimmer demanded.
"It's not noise." Legolas retorted. "It is one of the Skanky One's greatest songs."
"Says you,
Pointy Ears."
The argument nearly developed into a full-fledged brawl. Fortunately,Lister was
there to keep them from tearing into each other.
"Let's save our
energy for the people in that ship over there," he said.
Kochanski was in the nav seat when she felt someone come up behind her. She
turned and saw Pippin in the seat behind. "Hi," she said.
"Um . . . hi. Your name's Kristine, right?"
"That's right."
"'S pretty."
"Well, thank you." He was really quite cute and charming when he
wasn't racing skutters.
He just sat there, looking at her, for so long that she finally asked,
"Was there something else?"
"Um . . .yes, actually." He struggled for a moment, then spit it out.
"Why're we doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"This rescue thingy."
She launched into the spiel from the Space Corps manual. "It is our duty
as Space Corps personnel to render aid and assistance to . . ." She broke
off as she realized his eyes were glazing over. "It's only right that we
help those people," she offered at last. "They may still be
alive."
"If they're not, can we go home?"
Kochanski smiled at that. "We'll take a quick look around first and see if
there's anything we can use ourselves."
"Like lager?" Pippin asked hopefully.
Krissie laughed. She hadn't been around for the big drinking binge, but she had
heard stories. "Probably not. Now why don't you go back with the others
and have a seat? We're nearly there."
"Curse you, Frank Hollister, for bringing that snooty cow on board." Rimmer grumbled threateningly under his breath.
"I can't believe
we're doing this," Sam said.
Frodo, who was reading a book (he had long since given up on the puzzle after
even Holly tried to throw her two cents in), looked up and said,
"What?"
"Going into space."
"It doesn't look
all that interesting to me," Frodo said. "Just black with twinkly
bits."
"Yes, but we're actually between the twinkly bits! Isn't that amazing?"
"What's amazing is that nobody's found the lager in two days."
"It's a big ship. We'll find it."
"We?" Frodo raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I could use a pint or two, once in a while, in the evenings. I
wouldn't go crazy with it or anything . . ."
"We're preparing for docking," Kochanski announced. "Please
strap yourselves in and hang on."
"Don't even think about it." Lister said when he saw Rimmer trying to sneak up to the escape pod.
"What? I was just, erm, checking that it's still here."
"Right, Rimmer. Get back in your seat."
Docking was a
complicated procedure, but Kryten being the professional that he was, they
managed it without a hitch.
Almost.
Rimmer reached for the magazine that had hit him in the back of the head.
"Good Things in Small Packages, eh?" Thinking it was a gift
catalogue, he opened it . . .
It wasn't a gift catalogue. Not unless you were buying gifts for someone with a
leather fixation and very little clothing budget.
"Right, whose is this?" he demanded.
"Smeg, it's not mine." Lister said.
The Hobbits attempted to look innocent, but failed miserably.
"Well?" Rimmer demanded.
"I borrowed it
from Dave," said Merry.
"No smeggin' way!" Lister exclaimed in outrage. "I'm not into
that!"
"Well, where did it come from, then?"
Lister finally admitted, "I found it in a locker and gave it to them. I
didn't know it was that
explicit!"
Rimmer rolled up the offensive publication. "I'll just hang on to this,
then."
"Pipe down, everyone." Kochanski instructed. "We're on final approach."
Those who were not already strapped into their seats did so now. It was an exciting moment . . . for almost everyone.
Repeating his earlier assessment of Kochanski, Kryten muttered, "Bossy old trout."
"Kryten!" Kris exclaimed. "Just get us over
there, and save the comments till we're on board!"
Kryten rolled his eyes. "Yes, ma'am."
Things were going a bit better aboard Red Dwarf. Gollum had finally found his
way out of the maze of vents, but as he slithered out into the main corridor,
he realized he was on an empty ship.
"My precious wonders where everyone went." he said,shuffling into the drive room. "We not finds anyone at all."
Even the giant head on the wall that had been watching him
was gone away.
And the ring . . .
"The ring! The ring is gone, my precious!" Gollum lamented. He curled
himself into a corner and cried.
"Almost there now," Kochanski announced.
Holly had provided a view on the cargo-bay monitor, and the Fellowship eagerly
watched the new ship grow larger and larger.
The creatures, meanwhile, watched and waited for their meal
to arrive.
They were mutant life-forms, results of a genetic experiment gone hideously
wrong. For millions of years, they'd thrived on devouring other beings; for the
past several centuries they'd lived on Gelfs, humans being scarce. But when
they found an entire shipload of human beings, they'd wasted no time setting a
trap . . .
It would have interested the party very much to know that
these creatures were descended from Orcs. But they would find that out soon enough.
"Holly," Kochanski said, "a little music, please."
The Rasta Billy tape picked up where it had left off.
"Not that music!
Something . . . spacey."
Rasta Billy was replaced by the theme from 2001.
"Much better. Are you all okay back there?"
"Yeah." Lister said. "I sure could go for a curry, though."
"I think I'm gonna be siiiiiiick," Sam moaned.
Cat reluctantly handed him a barf bag. "Just don't get it on this suit,
OK? This is my third-favorite suit of all time! I let Elfy borrow Number
Two."
"Elfy" tried very hard to disappear into the vinyl seat back, but it
clashed with the borrowed suit.
Rimmer suddenly noticed that Frodo looked quite agitated. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You're not going to be sick too, are you?"
Frodo emphatically shook his head. "There's something evil on that ship. I can feel it."
"Well, it's a good thing we're armed, then, isn't it?" Rimmer nodded at the bazookoids resting up against the wall. "Evil can't stand up to good old-fashioned firepower."
"This from somebody who runs from his own shadow." Lister said to Gimli.
"Aye," the Dwarf said, raising his axe. "Anything evil on that ship has to go through us first. I'm in the mood for a battle."
So, incidentally, were the creatures aboard the Andrea Bocelli . . . .
Finally, after what
seemed like ice ages, Starbug was docked, and Kochanski opened the airlock.
"Now remember, keep in touch every five minutes. Stay alert; this is an
alien environment."
"I thought it was an Earth ship," Lister said.
"Well, it was," she replied, "once. Now there could be anything
living in here."
At the first main corridor, they split up.
"Good luck," Kochanski said, saluting. Only Rimmer returned her
salute, with one of his own, which made him look like he was swatting flies.
"Right," he said, when Kochanski's group was out of sight.
"Let's move out."
