Monologue by drslashvohaul *** The Acadamy really is a waste of my time. I came to this conclusion a long time ago, but my hyposthesis was entirely proven about three weeks ago. Oh, sure it's a great place to meet people, to become an officer, to learn how to speak "The Emperor's" Xenonian, but what else does it offer? Certainly not a sense of well-being or satisfaction as the holo-ads may suggest. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I've had some damn good times in StarCon. But it was the events that I'm about to regail to you which may make any prospective student squirm in their seat - or, in what ever receptical you hold your equivalent to a backside - and perhaps reconsider ever trying to become an officer. I was stationed aboard the SCS Eureka. A garbage scow. Three years of service, and I'm on a garbage scow. I'm not even captain. Some fresh young power captain, who apparantly got full score on his aptitude test has been promoted ahead of me. The quote the famous philosophy, "Life sucks - again". So he arives. And, to be honest, he's not much to look at. He's also a bit slow. Well, I say a bit slow, he's positively braindead. My collegue, Flo, seemed to take a shine to him. Mind you, she's been married so many times I think she's stopped even beginning to categorise men into any form of "good" or "bad" category. It seems I'm the only one not getting anyone's attentions. Not even a little drunken peck on the cheek. I'm probably seeming like I'm whining to you. I probably am. Why shouldn't I? You'll soon see. This was the beginning of my downfall. And I hadn't even been "up", which gives you the kind of idea on why I'm so darn depressed at nearly everything nowdays. When we finally left the StarCon Academy we had to do some routine missions. Routine never means routine though, does it? Especially not so when out captain, a certain "Roger Wilco" was being such a clutz. Rumour was that he saved his entire race at one point. If he was what all their faith had been put in, I think it were better they'd been killed. No fate could be worse than being indebted to such a worthless man. Having said that, he would prove himself to be, at worst, very lucky, if not an excellent tactician.