A/N: This is a quick note to explain things, and it may be longing than the story itself. Anyway, understand all you die hard Starblazer fans, I love this series dearly, and if I didn't I couldn't come up with garbage like this!! Besides, I figure that I will be unique in one thing at least. There are no humorous Starblazers stories on this site, and this will be the first. Please, excuse any misspelling of character names.
Anyway, this is a piece that James and I talk about. So, it is partly his fault, and it is PG-13. I can't help how dirty your mind is!! ;-)
And this is Fanfiction for God's sake. Of course I don't own these characters.
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A long line of men in various uniforms stood lined up and down the hallway. Eager was ninth in line. Conroy was fifth. Sargeant Knox was 57th in line. He and his fellow marines were playing cards. He was going to win at this game, or else the other marines would feel it with a club to the head. Derek Wildstar was sharing one of his fine magazines of aesthetic value with his good friend Mark Venture. Even Doctor Zane and his cat Mimi were waiting in line. IQ-9 whirled and tweeted in his excitement. It was a very un-sophisticated show and not very robot like at all!
The door opened, and everyone of the anticipating group arose as if in reverence. Zandor staggered out of the room as in a heavenly daze. The smile that crossed his face told the waiting crew that what awaited them was worth their while.
A female voice from within cried out, "Next!"