[ WP ] The officers commanding a starship are honorable and ethical examples of humanity . Write a story about the lower-level and more ... .regular members of the crew .

The three men sat in a small enclave near the ships engine. The air was humid and the engine stank but the men were used to the conditions. 
 
'Fold, too rich for my blood.' hissed McGrath 
 
'What about you Frankie? You in.' asked a sneering Groba. 
 
'You ever known me to fold?' Frankie replied. He slid his chips into the middle and turned over two kings. It gave him four of a kind. 
 
 Groba stared at him before revealing his cards. Two kings. 
 
 The two men eyed each other and a danger loomed in the air. Then, suddenly, the two men erupted into laughter. 
 
 McGrath, finaly understanding what had happened was not so amused. 
 
'Well fuck you both. This is why I do n't play poker with you two no more.' 
 
'Ah relax will ya, it's not like much was on the line.' 
 
'You think cleaning the heads is nothing? You try cleaning after the officers curry night.' McGrath shook his head in disgust. 
 
'You guys hear about *the wall*? Frankie asked. 
 
'Wall?' said Groba. 
 
'Yeah, they say we are flying into some kind of space wall. I do n't know what the fuck the technical term is, but no ones ever been through it before. Well, not quite true maybe - no one's ever *come back through*.' 
 
'The fuck? I ai n't going through no wall' said Groba frowning. 
 
'You got no choice buddy. Captains orders.' 
 
'I AINT GOIN THROUGH NO WALL' 
 
 The three men sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. 
 
'Well,' said Frankie'I hear the lieutenant does n't want through it. Maybe if he were in charge...' 
 
 McGrath and Groba exchanged smiles and there was a glint in Groba's eye. 
 
 

