PART TWO

RECAP: In the last episode, Captain Cubby and the crew of the Tinky-Winkywere falling under the spell of "The Pallas", - an evil band of (so-called) musicians who seek to dominate the universe with their crude aural noodlings....

EPISODE 3: CURTAINS ON THE STARBOARD BOW (Afternoons of coffee spoons)

Stardate 20:01:02

Woke up with a thumping headache - which I attributed to last nights endless loud music - just as we reached space-dock on Zoetermeer in Nether-region Freespace. After the privations of the anal kingdom it was nice to have reached civilisation at last; Passengers and crew took full advantage of our early arrival to stretch their legs landside and partake of fresh food and drink.

I might take up an invitation from local potentate Arie "Smiler" Verstegen to join him for a relaxed "coffee" and some other local produce, while the rest of the team set up. He says he's got something might clear my head.

...supplemental

I don't know what this stuff is.. but it's Verr' verr' nice.... feelin' verr' relaxt... hippy with the world... Hadn' realiz what luvly people the crew are.. I reelly reely luv them.. those Pallas guys'r reely nice too .. y'know... I culd just stay here for ever.. get out of starfleet.. start a nice farm... grow some of this stuff... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

...supplemental

Something's definately happening on this trip. Everywhere we go, more and more people are gathering at these "gig " things... The vibe's, like, y'know.. more relaxed.. but more intense.. The locals fed us well.. (I was really hungry..) but despite the convivial surroundings, the concert atmosphere was electric. I get the feeling the boys in the band are, like, really hitting their stride now.. They seem to be having fun.. There's already some talk of maybe coming back here pretty soon. I heard the word "DVD" mentioned a couple of timesand, like, after the show I hooked up with this really foxy chick.. must be the uniform. I ain't had this much fun since that tribble outbreak on Sauron IV.

Later Dudes..

EPISODE 4: BRATWURST OF DESTINY (when the Tigers broke free)

Stardate 21:01:02

ALL CHANGE!!! These are now the voyages of the Free Maquis Privateer "Totally-Wasted", led by myself, Cubby "The Dude" Kirk.Our mission, (in the words of Viv Savage) "to have a GOOD time ALL of the time!!!

The good thing about having your own Federation starship is that no-one expects it to be delivering barbarian hordes.. We - that is, your good captain, his crew and the ever-funky Pallas - are now, like, TOTALLY IN THE ZONE!!! (Only the ever-conscientious Mike B has a furrow on his brow.) So the quiet industrial outpost of Essen didn't know quite what had hit it when we rolled into orbit.

Our early arrival meant there was time for small raiding parties to hit the commercial area in search of interesting foods and a bit of barter and trade. Niall - hey, I'm like on first name-terms with these guys now! - managed to track down a mean black hat. Looked cool when he did his "Slosh" impression - hat, hair, fag and low, low-slung guitar.

The gig is cool.. a bit slow on the uptake to start with, but these Esseners know how to party when they're warmed up. Graeme (see how casually I dropped that in?!) decides now is the time to use his radiopack to run through the crowd to check they're all in the zone with us. I think we might drop back this way real soon.

Just dropped orbit for the short hop to Verviers.. Bernie's in control, and Les is cracking open some cold ones.

gotta go!


EPISODE 5: DARK SIDE OF THE WALLOON (Boredom in Belgium - NOT!!)

It's, like, Wednesday, man

It's not often that a starship gets parked in a shopping centre, but our early arrival means we get a clear run into Vervier space and we awake to find Bernie's docked us right where we need to be. I think he was just showing off...so .. it's just a jump to the left (to the venue) .. and then a jump to the right (CD store and new bowling shoes for Niall).. put your hands on your hips.. and pull your knees in tight.. LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!

For indeed the entity known as Pallas has already visited this corner of the Europa continuum..The Warlord here - a fearsome but welcoming man by the name of Francis - is not yet present, but for the first time on this trip Breakfast is a something that occurs before sundown. In the struggle to wrest control of the ship's computer from its starfleet conditioning we had damaged our communication equipment, so we're happy with Francis' offer of his computer terminals to communicate with the wider world aware (Eyes in the net:
Greetings from Belgium).

The guys in the band tell me that last time they were here, Francis provided a stunning banquet of oriental food, and we are not to be disappointed this time.

Once more the band take the stage.. Verviers is smaller and more intimate than the last few "gigs", but the local throng are obviously committed to the cause.. From the off these guys knew how to rock!!! There's only so much a bear can do to show his appreciation, but I'm getting down as best I can with these guys, encouraging them to give the Fab Five a bit of encouragement.. so much so that they go far beyond their usual round of rituals and perform an ancient dark rite that they had sworn never to perform again..

The Black Night (for it is this) still fails to sate the slavering masses, so they are forced to repeat an earlier piece, which finally persuades them to let the guys stop and have a beer... The Belgolites seem preoccupied with something called the "At-Lawn-TeeS", which they claim will come to save them in civilisation's darkest hour.. Personally, I just think they been doing too many drugs, man.

Any road up - it's another success. Even Mike B is seen to give a worried smile. He seems to be on the verge of cracking his mathematical formulae....

Hey!! we're like halfway through.. and no-ones got dead, suffered liver failure or caught anything anti-biotics won't fix!! This is definately a result!!

Beer and bed.. but first more beer