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[Qwertyuiopasd]

*the ghostly form speaketh*

"Ricky... I'm freakin' dead. it goes against protocol to have a dead or otherwise undead captain or officer. I'll just... float about a bit..."

*float* *float* *float*

[Swashbuckler Saucy]

*presses a button on belt an undiscombobulates*

"Did someone say somethin' about dead off'cers? I been werkin' on somethin' tha' makes off'cers immoral...or immortal... one o' those two, an'/or revives them. I been keepin' it un'er wraps, 'cause ye people dun gimme any engineerin' work."

*looks he wrong side of the room*

"What do ye think aboot it cap'n?"

[Bah, not getting allerted via email again.]

[Qwertyuiopasd]

"about what?"

*float* *float* *float*

[Swashbuckler Saucy]

"'boot gettin' back ta ye body, ye daft spirit."

*still looking at the wrong side of the room*

[Qwertyuiopasd]

"mmmmmm... no. its kind of ripped in the skull. being a spirit has way more advantages than being confined to a fleshy sack"

*float* *float* *float*

"y'know, I could do this all eternity."

[Poincare's Stepchild]

*Lt. One...er...Capt. One stumbles back to the bridge. He gives a nervous look at the floating ghost of Capt. Qwerty.*

"Ahem...Capt. Qwerty left a will. First, he has named me as the new captain. No, really. It is right here in his own writing. Secondly, First Ensign Ricky is promoted to lieutenant. Secondly...no, thirdly...Aquazoo, Singi and Scotty are commended for their service to the Federation for duty above and beyond the call to action. They are given the Order of the Green Hippo. Lastly, the Captain wanted his body cremated and launched into space in the direction opposite Earth.

"Um, about this last one...We seem to be lost in an unknown galaxy, so finding the direction may be a problem."

"Oh, and has anybody seen Admiral Major? I was looking for him when all this stringy, unregulation hair business started."

[Qwertyuiopasd]

*casually*

"oh he died."

*float* *float* *float*

[Hexene]

"Thanks Singie! Let's toast to the new Captain One! Argh! Argh!"

*Slurp down another slug of liquid happiness*

"Lt. Ricky...I love the sound of that! You know Lt. err...Captain One...the federation handbook as I recall states if a Captain that has been killed and his pirately ghostly spirit floats around and if said same spirit is successfully has been transferred back into same body..he automatically becomes an Admiral. You think Scotty can actually put Qwerty back into his body? hic!"

[Poincare's Stepchild]

By the way, Lt. Ricky, since communications are now part of your duties, I am giving you my official Buck Rogers decoder ring (tm). But be careful of the secret compartment. It has some really weird stuff. I once found a ticket to a concert by Garth Brooks' clone." *shudder*

"Anyway, Lieutenant, see to the preparations for the Captain's wake. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my cabin."

*Capt. One retires to his cabin, where he stares into a mirror.*

"Now to do something about this horrible non-regulation hair."

[Qwertyuiopasd]

*brings everyone back into the room with mad skills*

*in loud, booming, horrible, digusting, terrifying voice and form, the form ecompasses the whole room*

"I WILL NOT BE BACK IN THAT MEATSACK!

*back to normal (its all relative)*

*float* *float* *float*

[Poincare's Stepchild]

*Capt. One enters the bridge, wearing a crisp, clean uniform, shiny new captains pips on his shoulders. Also, his head is shaved, with little pieces of TP applied to the numerous nicks.*

[Hexene]

"Oh dear, Qwerty doesn't want his own cadaver and called it a MEATSACK. I hope the wake I am arranging will meet the Green Hippo code of stellar Federation of dumping ER.. I mean reverence of the highest order."

*Lt. Ricky thinking with a hangover and headache....Looks at the Captain One's new uniform and a thought occurs..BOING!*

"Captain One, Sir! Would you mind if you give up one of Qwerty's uniform so we may dressed up the old fart..ER..I mean the old stiff..ER.. I mean the good old Captain that we hold in high esteem of the highest regard for his wake? Then we can fry..ER.. I mean cremate the old floating buzzard and zap his remains into space in the opposite direction of the earth. Oh, yeah....Where are we Captain One?"

[Qwertyuiopasd]

"you know ricky..."

*float* *float* *float*

"I could posses you and make you create a movie of you lip syncing and dancing naked to backstreet boys music and post it on the internet..."

*float* *float* *float*

[Swashbuckler Saucy]

*takes out a camera*

"...go for i' fermer cap'n."

[Poincare's Stepchild]

"Lt. Ricky. Get working on that wake. Oh, and Capt. Qwerty wanted his secret stash of pixie sticks provided at the buffet."

"And while we are at it, let's get all this duct tape off of the controls."