(For those of you who've seen it, yes, this a B7 adaptation of the trailer for Monsters, Inc)
There was a pounding on the door. "Open up, in there! In the name of the Federation, open up!" But, before anyone could obey, the speaker threw himself at the door to knock it down.
Then he threw himself again.
And again.
He jiggled the door knob.
Finally, a Galactic Express card slid through the crack. The door knob turned. Space Commander Travis and the one mutoid he'd been able to requisition for this mission (Bart) burst into the room. Travis brandished his gun menacingly, ready to shoot anything that moved, gloating.
The gloat wavered a little. He looked around a little more carefully.
He put a hand over his eyes, shading out the nonexistant glare, and walked back and forth, checking it out. From the corner of his mouth, he told Bart what Bart (lounging back against the wall with his gun resting casually beside him) had already noticed, "There's no Blake."
Bart, who knew that tone, said, "Now, don't panic -"
"Why shouldn't I panic? Why shouldn't I panic? There's supposed to be Blake! I'm looking around, I'm seeing a serious lack of Blake!"
"OK, OK, let's just calm down. Now, check the schedule the double agent gave you. Let's see what it says."
Travis pulled out the sheet. "OK, rebel meeting in the front room -"
Bart looked around, "Front room, check."
"In the little, blue dome -"
"Little, blue dome, check."
"The dome on Mango -" Travis ran to the window himself. "Yep, it's the dome on Mango Street, check -"
"Wait a sec," Bart said, "let me see that." He grabbed the sheet. "Travis, this says _Mongo_. We're supposed to be on _Mongo_."
"Huh?"
"Does this look like Mongo to you?"
"Yeah, well, sort of . . . ."
Bart rolled his eyes in dsgust. "Travis, remember back in fifth grade? When you had the crush on Kiera, Servalan's little sister?"
"Oh, yeah. Loved her. Until Servalan got upset at her and, you know . . . ."
"Yeah, yeah. Well, while you were passing notes, the rest of us were _studying_ astrography."
"What are you trying to say?"
"This is not Mongo!"
"Oh, sure, blame the wounded guy. He must have read it wrong with his ONE EYE!"
"I didn't say that."
"You were thinking it!"
"Look, you stay here and find something to shoot. I'm going back to the ship's breakroom and take a blood break. You come up with another sure fire plan to get Blake, call me. Or, better yet, call Kiera."
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