Nov 01, 2010 18:32
A thunderous THUNK and the screeching of metal against metal echoes through the Red Dwarf. Shortly thereafter, an equally jarring audio transmission crackles from the speakers. The voice speaks very quickly, rarely pausing to take a breath.
Hmmm . . . Very large. Very utilitarian. Deep space. Human text. Red Dwarf. Perhaps abandoned? Expect no one aboard to hear transmission. Talking to self. Cannot forget manners, just in case. [sniff] Fuel cells nearly dead. Life support diminished. No thrust. Have drifted into your vessel. Apologies. Unavoidable. What was human word? French, m'aidez? English, mayday. Distress signal. No matter. Requesting assistance, permission to dock and board. Repeat: come in, Red Dwarf requesting permission to dock and board vessel.