Recreation?

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As Task Force Alfa was patrolling their zone, less Enterprise, something odd was being recorded...a unique spectacle especially for a regular Fleet ship.

 

On the dorsal hull of the Bozeman, a maintenance access hatch slid open as a lift carrying two spacesuited figures rose up to hull level. One was carrying what looked like a golf bag; the other had an argyle sweater vest over his spacesuit. With careful steps, they walked off the lift and towards the edge of the hull. The caddy set the bag on to the hull, activated the electromagnet contained in the base, and retrieved the driver, a ball and tee.

 

"Target, bearing 23, mark +10."

 

"Adjust, and bring us relative." The Bozeman altered in pitch, while still in formation.

 

"Target solution, sir."

 

Captain Dodge placed the ball and tee on the hull of the warship, took the driver from his caddy, and slipped the safety lanyard around his wrist. As the ship passed a random, he squared up, and swung. “Wow,” Ensign Pulver exclaimed, as sensor telemetry on the ball registered it entering a small crater.

 

“Now, can we go back in before our suits get hit and depressurize?”

 

“Of course, Ensign. I just couldn’t afford such an opportunity to slip by,” Dodge replied, as they made their way back to the maintenance lift.