After a few weeks of aliens coming in and out of the station it was like the Great Galactic Service Station had always been there. Ralph had become acquainted with a vast number of alien life forms and he had also managed to keep the ketchup off his uniform. The galactic emperor had drafted in more staff to asis Flartislap, who had it seemed also decided that it was time for him to retire from service station duties. It seems that a career spanning several million years is not unheard of in the galaxy. Anyway, he wanted to find new pastures, he had briefly gone to Earth to see what England’s green pastures were like but it seemed that sheep hated him and wanted to try and trample him, that and the fact that they brought him out in a rash put him off the whole idea.
Boris had decided that maniacal leaders of warlike races don’t serve cream cakes so after picking up a few Mars bars and sausage rolls had gone back to his ship to find a new star system to try and conquer. All the makers of pork scratchings had decided to go with him too so pubs in England generally had to find alternative snacks.
Along with the the nations of Earth had worked out that trade with the races of the galaxy was a good thing and nuking was going to really irritate a lot of them. Britain couldn’t come up with a deal, the EU thought they could dictate terms and the president of the US couldn’t get the right style of blonde mullet wigs, so there was lots to learn and discuss.
Miranda and the crew of starship Frank were gathering and making preparations to leave.
“What do I do now?” Ralph asked somewhat despondent.
“You can go back home, that’s what you wanted right?” Ralph thought he caught a small tear in her eye but dismissed the idea.
“What? Go back to selling tape measures at Homebase?”
“That might be hard human” Harry cut in. “Homebase were bought out so you probably don’t have a job. Also you house was flattened, I checked up on it, apparently the cooker was left on and there was an explosion. Everyone thinks you’re dead becasue they couldn’t find you.” Miranda scolded Harry with her eyes. “What?” was all he could reply with.
“Go to the ship and shut up. You’ve done enough damage on this mission!” Miranda looked at Ralphs face and there was pain in his eyes. Even Gaz was hugging his leg.
“Look, I’m sorry that I got it wrong and mistook you for the service station attendant. I’m sorry that I zapped you with my ray and captured you and took you away, but you have a fresh start.” Miranda was trying to sound positive but even she wasn’t convinced.
“How can I go back now after this, after seeing the galaxy and so many of the inhabitants. Look I have ten of these techno-cards with girls names on, I don’t have any girls names at home.”
Miranda looked through them and winced “Watch these three, they like to have a good time with their mates but tend to digest them afterwards.”
Ralph stared in disbelief “Really? Ew yuk! No thanks.”
“Anyway, take care Ralph, I hope you have a good life.” MIranda held out her hand, Ralph took it and tried to smile. Miranda walked off briskly towards the docking bay. Gaz stood there next to Ralph for a moment looking on at Miranda. Then he let out a grating, grizzly grunty sound, Miranda spun round.
“What?” She shouted.
Gaz grunted again, nodding at Ralph.
“Oh, come on then!” She rolled her eyes. In a second Ralph was there, hugging her tightly thanking her over and over. “What are you doing?” Miranda looked confused.
“Sorry.” Ralph let go.
Miranda turned. “Let’s go you two we’ve got another long mission ahead of us, this time there are no sausage rolls involved. Thank the universe!”
“Where are we going?” Ralph asked inquisitively.
“I’ll tell you when we get onto the ship.”
“About the ship.” Ralph started.
“Yes?” Miranda asked.
“I think the name Frank is rubbish, we should name it something better, like a spaceship. Like Enterprise, or Galactica.”
They all walked through the bulkhead and down the access tunnel. “Give me strength!” Miranda mumbled. “How about lasting patience? I’ve had to have loads of that!”
“That’s not really a name.”
“Ok, I think there is a moon in this system named after me?”
“Yea, around the planet Uranus!”
“That’s what we’ll call it then! You can tell IRIS.”
Ralph stopped dead.
“What?” Miranda quizzed. “Don’t fancy talking to IRIS?”
Ralph followed again as they got to the ship’s hatch “Uranus…” He sighed.
The three of them walked onto the control deck and looked out. “Where to now?” asked Ralph.
“I knew you couldn’t resist.2 Harry muttered to Miranda under his breath.
“Shut up!” Miranda shot back. “Both of you! Right, we are going to find a rare object. The galactic Rosetta stone!”
“Where’s that?” Ralph asked.
“I’m told it’s through a big blue wibbly wobbly thing at Betelgeuse, then onto the galactic centre and perched on top of a tall mountain on a small planetoid called Dave. But that’s probably all wrong!”
“So which way?” Harry asked.
“This way” Miranda pointed. “Oh no hang on this way.” Miranda pointed another way. “Stuff it, that a way!” She waved.
The starship swerved and bucked and finally the engined lit up blue and the starship Uranus was gone in a trail of blue. Leaving behind a drifting warship, stopped with cream cakes with a now despondent Theresa mumbling away on the radio about her favouite pasties and how no one loved her.
©Simon Farnell 2018
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