About those olives…turns out that was how those damn micro submarines infiltrated the bar in the first place. Unfortunately I fell victim to a relabeling ploy.
I had noticed that the label stated ‘Trojan Stuffed Olives’, which in retrospect should have have been a warning, but all the ingredients labels were conveniently obscured by a 50% off sticker. It didn’t help matters that all the samples came in the bottom of mixed drinks. And so, being kinda desperate, more than a bit stoned, about half drunk plus hungery as hell, I had bought a whole pallet of those little bastards.
Further research into the matter revealed that those ‘jars’ were actually ancient prison cells. And the contents that we had assumed to be ‘olives’ were the in fact the accumulated waste products that had been discharged from the individual subs since the time of their original incarceration. Which was sometime during the third age of Garognak, and that ended before our sun even formed.
On the up side i secured a new shipment from some ‘friends’ of mine. Should be in tonite sometime.
On the downside they swiped it from some alien ship found abandoned approximately halfway between our galaxy and the one we call ‘Andromeda’. So its sort of a one shot deal. But at least we know where to stick those olives.
The crates had a label thought, it translates roughly as…
“Vodka, vodkalh, vodoca, victorka and victory are all products made from plants related to the tree of life. They are all used to make a drink that has been proven to be the third best drive nozzle cleaning solvent ever discovered. It is also very popular at hazing rituals for greenhorn engineers wishing to become permanent crewmembers on intergalactic cargo ships.”