Mr. Bennet boldly takes on the first of many challenges to come....
"Here? Don't we have restrooms?" I asked as Jon was giving us the details of the first challenge.
"Oh, nevermind then." I listened attentively. Remedy pilots, taste Asian alfalfa, lunch tubes, deck elves, race odds, six boys....sounded like standard first challenge obstacles.
I heard enough. I took off running. If I was going to remedy the pilot, I'd need to get to him before his symptoms progressed too far.
I jumped aboard the nearest dropship. "I'm Mr. Bennet. I'm here to remedy you!" Suddenly, the craft jolted into the air. I was knocked to the floor. The momentum kept me pinned, but I wasn't concerned for my well-being. I only cared about helping the pilot. Because if I didn't help him, I'd fail, and then The Company would revoke my pension.
Eventually, the momentum went away and I was able to get to my feet. I ran into the cockpit. "What's your illness?"
"I'm special, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am. Very much so."
"I'm not a woman."
"I know. They haven't taught us how to refer to males yet."
It was clear this man was a moron. Why? Out of all the pilots, all the possible illnesses, I had to get a mentally-challenged one. That can't be remedied! I would certainly fail this challenge.
And then we landed. "Mission accomplished!" my pilot said to me.
"Hey, aren't you..."
"What are you doing here?"
"Being in the Hacknor Colonial Marines keeps me out of the war."
"So, is this it? I finished the challenge?"
"So, what are they doing?" I pointed out the window. Other contestants were arriving and running inside a space station.
"Cuttin' and runnin'."