SKYTREK - CHAPTER 11 (standard:humor, 5158 words) [11/15] show all parts
Author: Danny Miami	Added: May 22 2010	Views/Reads: 2004/1568	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Chapter 11 of the Star Trek parody.

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

“Will the arrival of the Deity have a profound spiritual effect on me?
Of course it will. It'll change me forever. Plus I'll prob'ly become 
Boss of Here with unlimited access to all the lovely daughters...for 
ritual purposes only you understand!” 

STAN THE PROPHET 

PART ONE 

Around the same time as Kharg was getting ready to beam down to Here,
Stan emerged from his cave yawning and scratching and looking extremely 
satisfied. He took some deep breaths of the cold fresh morning air then 
surveyed his flock who were still asleep in the shelter of some rocks. 

“Prats!” he muttered, shaking his head contemptuously. “Burnin Balls.
Gods comin down from the skies. They'd believe anythin.” 

“Staa-aan!” a woman's voice called invitingly from the rear of his cave.
“Oh Staa-aan!” 

The Prophet grinned as he heard her. “Time for another ritual,” he
muttered happily. 

He glanced across to the spot on the opposite small hill where the
Sphere had plunged into Bert the Unbeliever and sniggered at the 
thought of it. Just as he was turning away something caught his eye and 
he looked back. 

A strange shimmering light had appeared next to the small crater where
the Sphere had plunged down and as he watched, the shimmering 
solidified and suddenly someone was standing there. A tall strange 
figure wearing a long flowing robe. 

Stan's mouth fell open. “Bloody hell!!” he muttered. “This is gettin
serious!! God's here!!” 

He shielded his eyes and took another long look just to make sure he
hadn't imagined it all but the figure was still there, drifting around 
and examining the ground. 

Stan ran over to his flock and started kicking them awake. “Quick!!
Quick!! Get up!! Get up!!” he yelled at them. “God's here!!” 

As they started coming to, Stan left them and trotted downhill and
half-way up the other small hill, halting a reverential few yards away 
from the Deity. 

“Mornin God,” he gushed, bowing several times, still a little
breathless. 

“How are you? Have a good journey?” He held out his hand. “Stan's the
name. Stan the Prophet. Been doin a lot of work for you here, convertin 
the heathen, performin rituals, that sort of thing.” 

Kharg didn't even look up. 

Ignoring this Divine rebuff Stan strolled forward and watched with
interest as Kharg inspected the ground around the half buried Sphere. 

“The gold stuff's the Burnin Ball,” Stan explained helpfully then a
smile crept on to his face. “The red stuff's Bert. Bert the 
Unbeliever.” 

Kharg continued to ignore the grubby bearded primitive and carried on
with his examination of the golden Sphere which had led him on a long 
journey across space. 

Since it had obviously served its purpose and had come to the end of its
journey he decided to see if the inside of it would surrender any 
further clues as to the whereabouts of the all-powerful substance he 
sought. 

“Stand back!” he rasped. 


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