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Who: Mk.7, Seymour and Jenny
Where: Outside Jenny's quarters
When: A while after the breifing/debreifing
Mk.7 had left the meeting, and had made his way ack to his post
outside Jenny Bond's quarters. At the same time, Seymour was on his
way to the same place. The thought of getting 'closer' to Jenny had
been the only thing that tore him away from the glamour of all the
photographers and reporters, eager to hear of his 'heroic tale' of
survival and command skills. He made a quick detour to his room to
make himslf look, as he would put it, as dashing as possible.
Unfortunatly for him, Mini-Phil saw him, and for no good reason other
than to make Seymour's life that bit more unpleasant, decided to
follow close behind.
Seymour rounded the corner, to see Mk.7 standing authoritively at
Jenny's door. Semour tried to slip past, but Mk.7 moved to block his
path. He moved a bit to the right to try and get past on that side,
but the droid once again moved to block his path.
"Mk.7? What are you doing?" asked Seymour, already with a great deal
of irritance in his voice.
"What does it look like to you, smeghead? I'm protecting Jenny and
Alota from you." Said Mk.7, aiming his guns at Seymour.
"Hey, I am here at HER request you jumped up munitions depot!"
"Oh, and is that the reason you look like a damn pimp?!"
Seymour straightened out his suit, and smoothed out his trouser leg
that he had been continually shaking to deter MP from doing anything
that could leave a stain.
"Look Seymour, there is no point in arguing. Just leave Jenny and
Alota alone. It's not like you really stand a chance in a fight
against me."
"Oh yeah?!" Yelled Seymour, who grabbed MP and tossed him straight at Mk.7
"JESUS!" screamed Mk.7, and he sprinted down the hall, with MP in hot
persuit.
"Seymour smirked to himself, and he stepped smugly into Jenny's
quarters, before finding himself face-to-face with the barrel of a
bazookoid.
"Hello, Seymour." said Jenny calmly, stroking the trigger
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