Word Count: 2242
Author's Summary: Crossover with Red Dwarf. Sing along, now: “It’s cold outside/There’s no kind of atmosphere/I’m all alone, more or less…”
Characters/Pairings: Ace McShane, Other Character(s), The Doctor (7th)
Warnings: Crossover, General, Humor
Recced because: Well, we've already established that I love humor. Quirky humor at that. And no one can do quirky like the Boys from the Dwarf. This is just completely silly and utterly delightful. All seen from the POV of the Red Dwarf crew, it immerses you in the fiction before you've half realized you are hooked and it draws you helplessly towards the end, even as Lister, Rimmer and the Cat have you banging your face repeatedly against immovable objects (such as a handy desk). Of course, they do that anyway - so all those familiar with Red Dwarf have learned to have plenty of self-heating sake on hand, a high tolerance for self-inflicted pain and a mild resistance to rib-breakage from laughter.
The author claims to not be on their best form, but I very much beg to differ. This fiction is a good time to anyone with a sense of humor. The basics of the Red Dwarf are laid out for you (if you are unfamiliar with them), as the story goes and even if you are familiar with the characters, they are just funny reminders of the overall situation. Perfectly balanced, silly, hilarious - and the reaction of the Doctor and Ace to the Boys is made even funnier just because...ACE...and SEVEN. If you are ever going to read a cross-over, this is a good one to start with. And if you happen to be fond of the X-Over Genre, this is twice the treat in one fiction.
“Mr Lister, Mr Rimmer, we should exercise extreme caution; we don’t know whether these visitors are hostile. We need to be very careful about what we say or do here, or this could be the worst first contact since Christopher Columbus walked up to those native Americans and asked them for a mutton vindaloo and a side order of poppadoms.”
“Exactly,” Lister agreed. “Which is why you should both take a step back and let me handle it.”
“Not so fast, young fella-me-lad!” Rimmer said. “Kryten, I want you to bear official witness that, as senior technician on this ship, I’m invoking Space Corps Directive 23 slash 458!” Kryten looked confused:
“Failure to lower the seat in the unisex officer’s restroom after use is punishable by thirty days in stasis and compulsory gender sensitivity training? Sir, I hardly see how that is relevant to the current situation.”
As always, the author's sheer excellence shines through, yes? Go and tell them so! Maybe we can get another - I know I certainly wouldn't object!