Nowhere to Go but Down
Frank watched sympathetically as Dar’koba trudged despondently from the bar. With a sigh, Frank turned back to his Janx.
Dar’koba, disappointed at not getting the position of Assistant-Head of Station-Security, wandered the corridors aimlessly. He had no ship, no credit and worse, no more self-respect.
He found himself at the Refuse Collection and Dispersal Unit, where rubbish was held prior to recycling or shipping out.
“How fitting.” He thought, slumping onto a dented and torn ship’s panel.
Agent P walked into the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance.
“Where’s Dar’koba?” he asked Frank. “I thought he’d be here celebrating.”
“Nah! He’s down in the dumps.”
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I only entered this week because I was disappointed at last week's (and many other weeks') results. I don't expect this'll do any better, it's rubbish, and I'm just, well, a bit fed up <sigh>, but don't worry, I'll be OK<sob>.