Dabrowski and Iscariot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Dabrowski and Iscariot

Dabrowski placed the sequence analyzer on its side and glued the tangent lever. He shifted the model spaceship and peered through a magnifying lamp into the ship's bridge.

Commander had suffered injuries in the show's last episode. He turned his attention to the sickbay.

Dabrowski had small hands and chewed-down fingernails. His forehead bulged like rising bread dough, and a smattering of liver-colored moles covered the sides and back of his close-cropped skull.

He repositioned Commander on his cot. Poor little guy.

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The Father had thrown a star across the universe, then turned to Dabrowski in despair.

He'd had such hope.

"What would you have of me, Father?"

"Restore their faith, Dabrowski."

So, Dabrowski came from on high to walk again amongst men. He wandered the earth for a century, his heart filled with love and a sense of purpose.

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It came to pass that his journeys brought him to an Air Force recruitment center.

He smiled compassionately as the recruiting officer—a man with a meaningless life and no hope of redemption—offered him exotic deployments for the low price of signing a four-year enlistment contract.

"If you don't mind my asking, what jobs have you held in the past?" Asked the officer.

Dabrowski smiled.

"I was the Messiah."

"I see. If you're serious about enlisting, we'd like to run you through a series of aptitude tests. We've got some bang-up trade schools in Wichita Falls. Ever been to Texas?"

"Yes, I'm familiar with Texas, a great state, though I'm personally opposed to capital punishment."

The officer laughed. "I'd nearly forgotten about the Calvary incident. Ha-ha! I have to say, Dabrowski, you've changed mightily since those days."

"Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they are doing," murmured Dabrowski.

"And they never will," hissed the officer, his eyes suddenly smoldering, "Your prayers won't pawn this thing off. You've come too late!"

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Dabrowski said goodnight to Commandeer and started putting away his modeling tools. He went to his dormitory window and looked down on the frozen landscape of the Strategic Air Command base. He listened to noise floating up the stairwell from the recreation room one story below. The noise increased as a dozen pairs of boots started up the dormitory stairs. Dabrowski sat at his desk and smiled at Commander. "Forgive them, Father." The door burst open, and the men piled in. Iscariot wore a cruel smile.

"Does anyone else smell what I'm smelling? Iscariot said, looking to his followers for approval.

"It stinks like a stable in here. Somebody needs a shower!" Simon yelled.

Hooah! Hooah! Hooah!

Iscariot grabbed Dabrowski by the arm and dragged him off his seat.

"It's like pulling up a barge anchor!"

Hooah! Hooah! Hooah!

They pushed Dabrowski out the door and hauled him toward the showers.

Simon ran ahead and turned the cold on three of the showerheads.

They shoved Dabrowski into the spray, and he tumbled to the floor.

He pulled himself up, then collapsed into Iscariot's arms.

Iscariot lifted Dabrowski, steadying him on his feet arm, then looked around to his disciples, saying, "Once again, I am called upon to assist our forgotten brother."

 

 


Submitted: August 25, 2022

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