Freedom

Who: Keto, Dysart, Kara
Where: A Dramatic Blue Dwarf
When: During the rescue
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<<SNIP>>
While Keto's hands where bloodied and his mind rattled, his eyes still
missed nothing. It took Keto all of three seconds to notice the JMC
tag on Dysart's sports jumpsuit.
"Doctor Xavier Keto?" The smooth Australian accented voice asked
evenly, not missing for a second the blood pasted over his hands.
"Y-yes?" The doctor croaked.
"My Name is Armend Dysart. I'm Dysart- the 'rescue team'."
<<END SNIP>>
Keto glanced down at his own (now-bloodstained) lab coat, then back up
to his rescuer's sports jumpsuit. He frowned.
"Those colours..." he murmured, "...sports? Jupiter Mining
Corporation sports colours?"
Dysart glanced down at himself briefly to ensure his projection hadn't
changed, then looked back up and nodded, fixing a confident smile on
his face.
"That's right. I'm here looking for a Kara McGellen. Do you know
where she is?"
Keto glared at Dysart as he stepped forward, out of the stasis pod.
"Do I know where she is? I have just been locked in a chamber that
reduces my physical state to a probabalistic waveform, have possibly
forever ruined my hands in an effort to escape and avoid certain
death, and you're asking me for directions? No, I do not know where
she is."
The doctor paused for a moment, blinking, then continued more slowly,
"As a matter of fact...did you say Kara?"
"Yes, I did," said Dysart, suppressing a sigh. Not only had he
rescued Keto rather than Kara, but it appeared Keto was going to be
even less help than usual. And he wouldn't have thought that possible.
"Kara," muttered Keto, mostly to himself, "Kara..."
The name rang a bell. A very, very distant bell. A distant bell
locked in an underground cavern, blocked off for centuries and guarded
by dragons.
"...I don't know a Kara," he admitted, looking back up at Dysart, "And
I don't recognise you. And...look, actually, this is a little...odd.
I don't...remember much of anything. We're still on the Blue Dwarf,
right?"
"Uh," hesitated Dysart, "...yes. Yes, we are on a Blue Dwarf."
Keto missed the subtle change to his question, and nodded.
"I remember the Blue Dwarf," he said, looking around the room lined
with stasis pods, "And I remember that I was...a doctor. Or a robot."
"A r-?"
"Or maybe I was on fire at some point. It's all a little fuzzy."
"You were on FI-?"
"Look, the point is, I don't have a one-hundred percent clear
recollection of recent eve...of ANY events," snapped Keto, feeling a
growing irritation. His exceedingly dim and shattered memories
indicated that this irritation was actually perfectly normal. All the
time. "Now, you're here to rescue me, correct?"
"I'm here to rescue Kara McGellen."
"Well, then you've obviously achieved your goal and then some,"
sniffed Keto, "So, what's the escape plan? And, uh, what are we
escaping from, exactly?"
Dysart's answer was cut short as the object in his hand beeped. Keto
looked on suspiciously as Dysart turned his attention to it.
<<SNIP>>
Kara tried to shake off her pounding head in order to defend herself from
the threat of her alter self. Dark Kara walked up to her and grabbed the
disoriented hologram by the collar bringing her up to her feet. "Looks as
though the situation has turned to my favour. So how about we take a
little trip to your ship, eh?" Dark Kara asked and then she started
dragging
Kara to the docking bay.
<<END SNIP>>
"There's somebody heading towards the docking bay!" said Dysart
quickly, turning on his heels, "It must be Kara."
"Wonderful," said Keto through gritted teeth, following as Dysart
started to march off, "Another wonderful stranger to meet. Did I
mention how I've been locked in a stasis pod and am in quite a lot of
pain, and may be dying of starvation and thirst?"
"Yes," replied Dysart sharply, "And Kara's a member of your crew, not
a stranger."
"Hey, if I can't remember them, they're strangers," said Keto as they
left the room and headed towards the docking bay.
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OOC: Tag Dysart or Kara! :)

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