Saturday, 23 April 2016

REACH FOR MARS: ANOTHER PAGE OR TWO:

We were six days into our journey, and I was sitting at my desk in the captain’s quarters studying an intriguing, informative, riveting, and exciting book on successful propagation of seeds, when my concentration was disturbed by a loud beeping emanating from the bridge.
“What the bloody hell is that?” I exclaimed calmly as I jumped up and raced onto the bridge.
My eyes darted from one monitor to the next as I tried to work out what was wrong, but all the readings were in the green. Then I spotted a flashing green symbol on one of the monitors to the left of the main control panels; I didn’t know what the symbol meant. I put on the headphones in the hope that they might help me to discern what the hell was going on, and they barked in my ears as the beeping stopped.
“Hey, Drew, are you out there? It’s Nick calling. How’s your summer holiday going? Over”
“Hi, Nick, everything is fine so far. We are well on our way to Earth now. Over.”
I looked at the monitor that had been flashing while I waited for Nick’s reply and noted that it wasn’t flashing anymore. I assumed it had been telling me of an incoming radio call and made a mental note to remember that flashing symbol.
“How are you getting on with Dick? Is he still alive? Over.”
“Actually, I haven’t seen much of him or Courtney since we launched. This is a big ship, so we could go for days, even weeks, without seeing them if we wanted to…and we want to. They have obviously found a room filled with computers and other electronic toys to keep them amused. How are things back on Mars? Over.”
Dick and Courtney raced onto the bridge while I was awaiting Nick’s reply. Dick asked,
“What’s going on? What was that beeping all about?”
“It’s OK; it was an incoming radio call from Nick. I am still talking to him.”
“Nice and peaceful without you lot here, and my rum isn’t disappearing as quickly. Well, I guess I better let you get back to your piloting thing or whatever the hell you were doing. I will talk to you again soon. Take care. Over and out.”
“Roger that. I will call you on our return journey. Drew out.”
I then turned to the geek pair,
“Sorry, it took me a while to work out what the hell was going on until I stumbled on the answer quite by accident,” I explained.
“Brilliant! Well done!”
Dick said in his annoyingly sarcastic tone, as he and Courtney turned and left the bridge.
As the door slid shut behind them, I looked at Mel and asked quietly,
“So where exactly did you hide my pistol?”
She laughed and hooked my arm in hers.

“Let’s go eat; I’m hungry.”