Season 1, Episode 2

revision 1

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Some time had passed and I, Teg Dekan, master of all trades, had repaired my primary power coupling. “Primary power coupling,” made me think of all the ladies who were missing me about right then. Well, they wouldn’t have to wait much longer. I was once again space bound and preparing to dock with the Rangar space station for some needed repairs.

I was hoping I’d get that one girl tech … didn’t know her name. She was one of Rangar’s best and way pretty. I told her that the last time I was in for repairs. She told me to wank off, but I think she really liked me.

After securing the ship at the repair dock, I entered the main hall of the commerce deck. I was headed for Pilot’s Pub where I was a legend. Walking past me was a group of girls. “Hello girls and transgendered citizens. I’m Teg Dekan, Spaceman.”

“Frack off spaceman {followed by laughter}.” Young kids … you know, the more they revere you the more they act like they don’t. If I didn’t need that drink so badly, I’d stay and impress them with some of my spaceman stories.

Right up ahead of me I saw this reaver grab a woman’s bag right off her hip. She started yelling so I stuck out my beefy arm and knocked that asshole right on the deck. I grabbed her bag and returned it to her as that gorram reaver scurried off.

“Thanks,” she said to me. “Hello, I’m Teg Dekan, Spaceman and think nothing of it,” I said to her.

She blinked and looked at me for a long second and then said, “Well, that was very shiny of you to help me, Teg Dekan. Most people don’t get involved. It was very nice.”

“Yes. I’m Teg Dekan, Spaceman and I’m here to help. Now you be safe,” I told her as we parted ways.

Pilot’s Pub was hopping when I arrived. People got off their duty cycle at all hours of the day, so this place was usually lively and I was an icon there. I entered the sprawling pub and said, “Hello, I’m Teg Dekan, Spaceman.” This dude, still wearing his work overalls and dirty from his job, looked at me. I could tell he was impressed.

I sat at the bar next to this cute brunette that looked like she had had a rough day.

Her top was like, way unzipped, and I couldn’t stop myself from checking out her cleavage. “Hello, I’m Teg Dekan, Spaceman, but I’m sure you already knew that.” She looked at me looking at her and then zipped up her top.

“Hi Spaceman, never heard of you. Look, I just want to enjoy the one gorram drink I can afford and then I’m gone. Okay,” she said to me.

I could tell she’d had a real bad day so I said to her, “Hey, I’ll pay for the drinks and you can tell me what’s got you down.” I got her those drinks and me some as well. She told me her boss was a real gorram and was really coming down hard on her. Making her do other people’s work. I listened to what she had to say and then offered her this thought … “Well, it sounds like your boss trusts you to do better work than the other people and so he’s leaning harder on you. I’d say it’s not fair, but if you keep up the good work, in his mind you’re a keeper and maybe someone that he’ll move up.”

We talked a bit more and I offered her more of my wisdom that I had acquired from my years as a Spaceman. She was genuinely grateful and actually paid for my last drink. She was just about to leave when I said to her, “Hey, my ship is just down the hall. Maybe you’d like to come back with me for a drink?”

“Maybe next time, Spaceman,” she said as she play slapped my face and walked away. I could tell she was really into me. She was probably just intimidated by my reputation and wisdom as a spaceman.

It had been a long time and I really didn’t want any space station entanglements, so I decide to head on over to one of the station’s brothels. The girls there were professionals and my celebrity status as a spaceman wouldn’t overwhelm them.

I walked into the place and said, “Hello, I’m Teg Dekan, Spaceman.”

A girl walked up to me and said, “Hello Teg Dekan, Spaceman. We’re closed.”

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