Thursday, March 01, 2007
New Beginning 230
That's the last time I touch Vican wine. His head throbbed abominably, and he hesitated to open his eyes. What the hell was all that racket? Moon and stars, can't a man suffer a hangover in peace?
Corporal Jake McGee finally winced his eyes open, then squeezed them shut again as the flashing blue and red strobes seared his brain. Why were the strobes on?
He socked the heel of his hand against his temple, trying to make his brain work. What was the computer shouting? Maybe he should shut off the alarms so he could actually hear the warning.
Wait. Why were the alarms on?
"What the hell is going on around here?" He thumped his fist against the plexiglass cover of his cryotube. "Open, dammit!"
The tube finished equalizing, and the cover unlatched with a hiss of escaping air. McGee stumbled out, his legs half-numb from cryosleep and his head throbbing like a rotted tooth.
The sight that greeted his eyes was horrifying for a man of his demanding character.
Vican wine jello shoooters. Serving bowls filled with pills of every shape and color. Korrulian whores, laughing and drinking. And naked, drunk space marines everywhere.
It was unbelievable. He'd been asleep for five hundred years, and the space station was still partying like it was 3402.
Opening: Gutterball.....Continuatin: Dr. Hack