Crossroads

OOC: Prepare yourself
Who: Mk.8, Jenny, Seymour, Trisees, Jed, Titus and Titus' men
Where: Blue Dwarf, Space
When: After snip
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Mk.8 lay Jenny down on the medibed. He powered down his anti-grav
system, and, sitting of the floor, calibrated his new arsenal.
He had just finished making the final adjustments to his
plasma-katana, when Jenny aroused from her slumber.
He re-activated his anti-grav system, and appeared to just pop up next
to her.
"How are we feeling today?" asked Mk.8 chirpily
Jenny rubbed her eyes blearily; trying to remember what had happened,
and stopped suddenly.
"BASTARD!" she screamed, leaping up surprisingly fast and trying very
hard, yet in vain, to strangle Mk.8.
"Uh, no. Stop that. Please. Cut it out." said Mk.8, trying to calm her
down.
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Jenny continued to grip Mk.8's neck as she tried to throttle him to death.
"BASTARD!" she yelled, causing some of the people in the now crowded
medibay to glance over to them
Tears began to well in her eyes
"I almost had him! He was right in front of me!" she continued
her grip lessened as tears flowed down the sides of her face
Mk.8 gently removed her hands and lay them by her sides.
"Why do you want him dead so badly? Sure, he's a worthless prat, but
he doesn't deserve death, surely!" said Mk.8
"My child..." she said
"I don't want that bastard to be a part of my child's life. I can't
stand him, and I don't want Alota to have anything to do with him."
"Well, look" said Mk.8 in the most consoling voice he could use
"Trisees and I captured him for the sole purpose of delivering him to
some guy Jed knows. We'll probably never see him again."
Jenny snapped her head back up to glare at Mk.8.
"THAT ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" she screamed, and punched him very hard in
the chest, her anger shielding her mind from the pain of punching
solid metal.
a few clicks and whirrs came from Mk.8, the punch triggering his
onboard printer, and the nude photos he had taken of Jenny whilst in
'Null Space' slid out of a small slot in Mk.8's side.
This seemed to miraculously distract Jenny, and she snatched the images.
"How dare you!" she gasped, half in horror, half in admiration of the
photography.
"Heh, yeah, well, the thing is...uh..." Mk.8 stammered, trying to
think of a logical explanation that would leave him blame-free.
"Ok, look. I'll make you a deal. I can help you track down Seymour, if
you forgive me." said Mk.8, hoping to clear the air between them.
Jenny thought about this for a while before coming to a decision.
"Ok" she said calmly "But we're gonna finish the job this time."
"Whatever you say" said Mk.8
"Right, lets go" said Jenny, bounding out of the Medibay, with Mk.8 in
pursuit.
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Seymour Niples had a stonger immune system than most. He wasn't
especially a fit person, but he ate well and followed a strict course
of vitamins. This is why it took a long time for the Chicken virus to
take a hold in his system.
Trisees entered the X-Press lift that went to the bridge, and lay
Seymour down to rest his arms.
As he lay him down, hoping not to wake him for his own sake, he
noticed a white feather laying on Seymour's arm.
Trisees knelt down and tried to pick up the feather, before noticing
it was actually protruding from Seymour's skin.
"What the hell?!" he yelled, as a dozen or so more feathers began
spontaneously erupting through Seymour's skin.
His face had also begun contorting into a beak.
The X-Press lift opened, and Trisees ran straight towards the bridge,
carrying the horrific sight Seymour had become.
Jed swivelled his chai towards the bridge entrance when he heard
Trisees' footsteps.
"Hey there boy!" said Jed in mid rotation "Nice of yall to nab Seymour
for m..."
He stopped when he caught sight of the now very conscious and frantic
Seymour flapping about in Trisees' arms.
He squirmed out, and began running about the bridge.
Jed was not typically one to be taken aback by much, but in his mind,
this merited a certain degree of astonishment.
"Dayum. Always knew Seymour was a bird-brain, but this is too much!"
Neither Jed, Trisees, nor any of the crew on the bridge had much time
to be too surprised, because at that moment the ship lurched.
"Wha's goin' on?" Jed barked to the helmsman.
"A small fleet of battle dreadnaughts have encircled us and have begun
firing" came the reply
"How did we not notice that?!"
"Uh, well, I was... kinda playing Pac-Man on the radar screen."
The large view screen flickered to life, and the face of Titus faded in
"Time's up Jeddy boy!" he said with a bit of a smirk.
"Hey, we have Seymour right here, see?" said Jed defensively, grabbing
the chicken now pecking at the ground in that way chickens do, and
holding it up to the view screen.
Titus did not look amused.
"Is this a joke?" Titus said, his expression not changing.
Seymour pecked Jed's finger, causing him to be dropped to the floor,
and he then raced out the bridge door.
"Look, it really is him. He dun just caught this 'ere Bird disease,
see?" said Jed
"Not good enough." said Titus, the screen turning off.
The ship lurched again, as the Dreadnaughts opened fire.
Jed lunged for the ship wide microphone.
"We're bein' shot up. Shoot em back!" he said into the microphone.
He then turned back to the helmsman.
"Where is Seymour?"
"Uh, at this moment he is terrorising the women in the lingerie
section of the promenade."
"We better get him changed back!"
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