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up and wait. Then there would begin the long tedious process of checking out the operation of the engine<br />
for a number of cycles before the expedition left the engine operating on its own and returned to the<br />
surface of Egg.<br />
Star-Glider was pleased. The mission had been a success. Three of his eyes focused on those of his first<br />
officer.<br />
"Announce a rest-turn, Bright-Star," he whispered. "And pierce the pulp-bags!"<br />
But before the captain could'trum the official command, the admiral's electronic whisper had been<br />
picked up by the bridge crew. Soon Star-Glider heard subdued tappings echoing throughout the<br />
spacecraft. He flipped a tendril at the captain, silencing her before she started to'trum the command into<br />
the deck. The two listened with their treads. They heard a rustle of eager treads hurrying toward the<br />
recreation area where the pulp-bags were stored. The wave-pattern of Star-Glider's eye-stubs<br />
developed an annoyed twitch. Bright-Star knew what was coming and picked up the sensitive edges of<br />
her tread as a roar shook the crystal hull undertread.<br />
"BUT FIRST!!!" came the Swift-stopping shout from the Admiral's tread. "An INSPECTION!!! A<br />
wet-eye-ball inspection!"<br />
A shocked silence followed throughout the ship. The only sound coming through the hull was the throb<br />
of the idling inertia drive engines.<br />
"Look at this place!"'trummed Star-Glider as he moved about the bridge, his tread tossing up bits of<br />
trash and dust, his tendrils flipping at offending insignia on junior officers that weren't held exactly<br />
horizontal to the local vertical.<br />
"How can I expect the rest of the crew to keep this place ship shape when the bridge looks like a Flow<br />
Slow wallow!" He glided over a display screen in the deck, then exploded again.<br />
"What Tiny-Shell-brained offspring of a Slink dribbled pulp juice on the screen?!? The taste of those<br />
spots burns my tread. I want that screen cleaned and I want this ship cleaned until I can put a wet<br />
eye-ball on any spot without blinking!!"<br />
He stormed off to his private quarters and slammed the sliding door. He waited a few methturns, then<br />
concentrated on the vibrations coming through the hull. There was a subdued murmur as Bright-Star and<br />
the rest of the officers spread throughout the ship. Then there came the shuffling sound of the crew as<br />
they started the long overdue cleanup of the ship.<br />
Star-Glider formed a tendril, inserted it into a pouch in his side, and pulled out a magnekey. He inserted<br />
the key into a slot in the side of his locker, slid open the door and pulled out a small bag of West Pole<br />
Double-Distilled, the best on Egg. Carrying the bag, he shuffled tiredly over to his resting pad, his body<br />
seeming to deflate as he relaxed his command posture<br />
and spread out on the soft decorated mat. He put the bag of pulp in his drinking pouch and with a<br />
powerful squeeze from his pouch muscles, broke the bag and started to squeeze the pungent juice<br />
through the thin membrane at the back of the pouch. He fluffed up his manipulator pillow, formed a small<br />
holding manipulator and laid it on the pillow. He then used a tendril to extract one of his twelve-pointed<br />
star-shaped admiral's insignia from its holding sphincter in his side. He brought the star near his drinking<br />
pouch, spit some pulp-juice on it, transferred it to his holding manipulator, and proceeded to buff it to a<br />
high polish with a well-used rag. To help pass the time, he flicked on his holovid and watched the final