Honorverse Humor or lack thereof.

waddles for desert wrote:Maybe a little subtlety like the SLN Shelley rather than the SLN Frankenstein???

pokermind wrote:Chief "The 2013 Darwin awards are out http://jdgroover.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/the-2013-darwin-awards-are-out/ The winner was: 'When his .38 caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in Long Beach, California would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.' He obviously had never taken a firearm safety course. "

Mange,<I liked this runner up: 'After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn’t discovered for 3 days.' You know if you had been on the buss, Chief, they might not have released you. >

"Very funny you six limbed walking flea circus!"

Poker & Mange

waddles for desert wrote:Subtlety from DW.

To borrow from Galaxy Quest, the SLN could call them the Documentarian class.

Dan Connelly wrote:

A Spacer's Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,
and the ship was out steaming.
Spacers stood watch
while others were dreaming.

They lived in a crowd
with racks tight and small,
In a 40-man berthing,
cramped one and all.

I had come down the wedge
with presents to give,
And to see inside
just who might perhaps live.

I looked all about,
a strange sight did I see,
No tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.

No stockings were hung,
shined boots not too far,
On the bulkhead hung pictures
of a far distant star.

They had medals and badges
and awards of all kind,
And a sober thought
came into my mind.

For this place was different,
so dark and so dreary,
I had found the house of Spacers,
once I saw clearly.

A rating lay sleeping,
silent and alone,
Curled up in a rack
and dreaming of home.

The face was so gentle,
the room squared away,
This was the Grayson Navy Spacer serving today.

This was the hero
I saw in the 'fax,
Defending our country
so we could be free.

I realized the families
that I would visit this night,
Owed their lives to these Spacers
lay willing to fight.

Soon near and far,
the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate
on Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom
each day of the year,
Because of the Spacers,
like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve in space,
far from home.

The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.

The Spacer awakened
and I heard a calm voice,
"Santa, don't cry,
this life is my choice."

"Defending the stars
all days of the year,
So others may live
and be free with no fear."

I thought for a moment,
what a difficult road,
To live a life guided
by honor and code.

After all it's Christmas Eve
and the ship's underway!
But freedom isn't free
and it's spacers who pay.

The Spacers say to our people
"be free and sleep tight,
No harm will come, not on my watch
and not on this night."

The Sailor rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
so silent, so still,
I watched as the Sailor
shivered from the night's cold chill.

I didn't want to leave
on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

The Spacer rolled over
and with a voice strong and sure,
Commanded, "Carry on Santa,
It's Christmas, and All is Secure!"