The second time Stuart walked in to the bar after being accepted into the IND, his head was pounding with a headache, he thought, of biblical proportions.
He slowly eased himself on to the stool...
"rough day at work then?" asked the Bartender
"Im glad you asked" was the response. "Well, where do I begin? Ahh yes, it all started when i recieved a call from the RM about a certain SirRed. Not to offend the RM, i immediately made my way to New Berlin. He was dispatched in a timely fashion with help from Bs| as well as RM though i do not recall their names...damn my headache! ... ... ... Anyway, Rick in his fighter, the Electric Sheep and I docked on New Berlin to 'Refuel' at the bar there."
"And then? You got Shattered"
"I'm getting to that...We had our comms on still, and while drinking, lightly at this point at the Bar, Rick and I were having a chat with some 'Ivor Brokenback' guy. He said somthing about James Watson and thanking somthing he did, but its a little fuzzy. Anyway, we ended up about having a chat about his daughter, Paris, who apparently was arrested for drunk and disorderly behaviour. He also said somthing about 'She did somthing to the Officers that a father shouldnt know about'."
"At this point, as Ivor bid his leave, Rick and I entered into a drinking competition...what a way to get my first of these rumoured IND hangovers. Anyway, I won but we were both completely out of it."
"I bet those RM blokes loved to watch your antics then"
"Well, not exactly. First off, the RM didn't want to help us get to Bonn, where we had rooms waiting for us. Secondly, Rick crashed his fighter into the docking ring, disintegrating his ship. When he got out of his escape pod in my cargo bay, he was literally knee deep in vomit. At this point, i decided it was best to vomit aswell, but unfortuantely for Rick, it went all over him."
"Nice"
"You bet it was...We both keeled over and uncontrolably started Vomiting on the cargobay floor. Rick got up first and made his way over to the cockpit. Not to be outdone, I lunged fowards and grabbed his waist. We both tumbled over, and Rick got knocked out for a bit. Trying to regain control of the fighter, i sat in the seat. First thing i did was grab hold of the control stick. Second thing I did was vomit over it and my hand."
"So, how much is the cleaning bill gonna cost you then"
"Lots...Anyway, the RM person refused to help us, and so i tried to make my way over to the lane. Many hours passed as I tried to dock with it to get to Bonn, but I could never quite get there. Luckily for us, a bloke in a Clydesdale named 'Orvidos' managed to, for a fee, help us get to Bonn by getting in formation with him."
"So...what happened then"
"Nothing that i can remember...I blanked out about then and found myself lying in a heap with Rick on top of me in the middle of the docking bay at Bonn. This hangover was so bad back then, that i couldn't even see or hear properly. I think we both made a feeble effort to move, but nothing really happened."
"This Orvidos person, anything you think he's good at then?"
"You bet I do. We reckon he would do well as a shuttle for IND Epsilons like us who get drunk beyond comprehension. I mean, hes was a life saver, and depending on how many times us guys get mashed, he could make a lot from it. He certainly wont get drunk himself, and its always nice to have a backup when you cant pilot a battleship through a wormhole."
