Father Ted took a quick look around, and heard the whistle of falling artillery. He jumped back into the Bombshelter and ordered a beer. "Kim and Chuut are at it again" he told the bartender. The bar rocked and heaved, but no serious damage was catalogued. Ted saw his G-5 and asked: "How's the Moose?"
"She'll be fully outfitted in a day, sir."
In the meantime, Chuut and Deadman were engaged in a swearing contest while T00l and Die Hard looked on, well brewed and trying to figure out which one wanted to take on Agave in a drinking contest. Hexx was earning a few dollars as a midget juggler. Life was good.
It was about to end.
"Father Ted! Priority dispatch from Starfleet HQ!"
"I'll take it in the ready room," Ted said lazily as he made his way to the office. After the retina scan, the glimmer of Admiral Hooch appeared onscreen next to a black Doberman with an afro. "It's wah! Kill Klingons! Kill Rommies! Kill Lyrans! Kill Frogs! It's wah!"
"Admiral Hooch, what's the problem?"
"It's wah! Mobilize your fleet and head for the Klink border! It's wah!"
"Admiral, what's 'wah'?"
"You mockin' me Ted?"
"No sir, just trying to make sure I'm not understanding your orders, that's all..."
"Git yer fleet up to the Klink border and wait for ferther orders! And no backtalk!"
With that, Ted slowly assembled his bartenders and told them to lay on an extra few rounds for the captains he was already bringing together, and telling them that shore leave was cancelled.
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