Witch Queen Log # 5
24 Jul 2016Dell Tarrant
When I stumbled out of the Holo Spa yesterday evening, I paid a quick visit to the hanger bay where the Witch Queen was docked, just to check on the status of the old girl. I was slightly the worse for wear, but on speaking to the Dock technicians, I got the impression that they knew exactly what was required. It was only as I stumbled into the bunkroom up on G deck that I recalled them saying something about my friend having briefed them already.......It didn't register until this morning.My view of the Witch Queen in her hanger last night
A hearty breakfast of Lavian waffles and Leestian Dwarf Cherries followed by several steaming mugs of, would you believe, normal coffee set me up for the morning. I was ready for departure and checking on the cargo manifest it looked like everything was loaded. I was looking forward with slight trepidation to this epic voyage, but also was eager to see what new site I may lay eyes on.
Would Jaques Station be in better condition by the time I arrived? Would the Federation and Empire be at war by the time I returned?
I packed my meagre belongings, paid the tab and made my way to the docking bays.
To be greeted by a space banana....
What the hell.....The Witch Queen's understated blue finish had been replaced by something that made her look like a space faring queen bee. I stormed into the deck officers station, demanding to know what was going on and who was responsible. After several minutes of trying to calm me down I was told that the re-spray had been authorised by my first mate. What first mate?!? The only other person on board my ship was Jess the cat and i'm damn sure she didn't sign for this!
Turns out that my drinking partner from last night had come down to the docking bay to take a look at the Witch Queen, after I had been singing her praises in the holo spa. Being the 'artist' that he was, he took it upon himself to honour me with what I can only describe as graffiti!
I don't have the time to order up a new re-spray now as my departure window is approaching so it looks like i'm stuck with...
I don't know, maybe it will grow on me?
As I left the deck station, the deck officer called after me......"Hey, Tarrant.....who knows, in another couple of thousand years time, she may be worth as much as a Banksy!"
What the hell is a Banksy?