Random tid bits

Burocracy

"Starr, where the hell are you going?"

"I'm going to finish this mission, Frank. You can thank me later."

"Starr, we already have him surrounded, you don't need to go it alone every time. Starr? Don't tell me you switched off your communications again."

"I haven't yet but thanks for the idea."

"STARR!"

2 days later

" And on that count, Lieutenant, Command has decided to pay attention to your special case."

"But, Commander, I'm a space pilot, I'm an asset to the fleet."

"You're a hindrance, your daring schemes have let Bames Jond escape no less than 5 times. You are to report to Stacy in HR at exactly 0700 hours for your assignment."

"But, sir, I am responsible for no less than 34 separate arrests."

"Yes, we all remember the dangerous .1 light years per second over the limit racer, I mean seriously Starr, half of those were the same guy."

" Sir, you can't take me off the pilots list!"

"According to this form, I just have. Remember Starr, 0700. Ask for Stacy at HR. Have a nice day."

Starr stood by the vending machine and it had eaten his dollar. He hit himself for forgetting his card at home. Luckily this was an old vending machine that still accepted bills. Another one of the office workers walked up to him. "Vending machine ate your bill?" Starr looked over at him, from his name tag Starr picked up that his name was Jordan, and that he was a Mech commander. Jordan noticed Starr's blank stare at his name tag. "Let me guess, Daring space Mech pilot, who made a dumb mistake and is now relegated to desk work?" "Fleet pilot."

"Ohhhhh, you're that guy, dang I was looking for someone to complain about my pilots to."

Jordan began to walk away muttering about Gauss rifle ammo cost or something. "Hey, do you know how to unstick the machine" Jordan froze, "Oh, ummm, I think the janitor just punches it, probably why it doesn't work." Starr punched it as Jordan walked off and his chip bag fell out.