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Although this is not a drill, you have all trained hard for this day. With grit and determination I'm sure we will win through."
Gee, had he really said ‘grit'? He really should stop watching all those Westerns!

A round of applause greeted his last statement and the universally famous war hero felt his eyes momentarily watering as a response. More importantly his little speech seemed to have had a wonderful effect on the nearby security officer; Naraldeen, the gorgeous raven haired wonder from Bucksum 7, a world of many wonders in the Cerateline system. She was gazing at him with rapturous admiration in her incredibly large brown eyes. Star-Killer Jake always felt that he could spend a lifetime drifting in the sway of those wonderful orbs even before relishing the woman's many other assets. Speaking of which, these seemed to be coming into view as she continued to shed her remaining garments in the glow of the room and the constantly building heat.

An irritating buzz came from somewhere near-by. Star-Killer Jake looked around in annoyance. The sound had a familiar tone.
‘What did it mean? Had the station been boarded and was already under the attack of aggressive Gorallings seeking to slaughter all on board?'
The noise came again. Naraldeen stopped in her final stages of undress, her fingers settling on the fastener to her black lacy bra, an ample display of their contents already on wondrous display.
‘Had the energy core reached its saturation point and were they now on the verge of a subsequent core melt-down?'
The athletic and well toned commander left his seat, dashing forwards as his security commander collapsed in a swooning faint. He caught her soft, warm flesh in his outstretched arms, gazing down at her perfect features and pouting full red lips. She was simply gorgeous! Star-Killer Jake couldn't resist any longer. Bending down, he moved to give the love of his life, a passionate and tender first kiss.

The buzzer came again yanking Jake painfully out of his fantasy. For a moment the surrounding small room full of various cleaning implements and other janitorial utilities seemed terribly out of place. He gazed around with a glazed expression whilst the intercom buzzer sounded for the forth time. If this wasn't distraction enough, a small metallic voice coming from the vicinity of his outstretched arms suddenly said "I'm terribly sorry sir, but I don't seem to be able to compute your intent. Would sir please clarify my operation parameters in this matter?"
Jake Waltaskie, second level janitor of the Wrexham Consortium's department of "Cleaning Your World" sanitary services, stared in horror at the small cleaning robot now held in his arms. The unit was female in appearance (or at least bumps and grooves in the appropriate places) to pass for a basically feminine humanoid. Its featureless face stared up at him with blank silver eyes. With a shudder of revulsion Jake let go and the Mark 7 cleaning unit collapsed to the tiled floor with a metallic clang.

Standing up and shaking his head in wonder at his latest predicament he thumbed the intercom response switch.
"Jake here," he intoned in a monotone voice.