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Posted: Nov 7, 2014, 2:48pm
“Plisken! The lever!”
Plisken, who was standing nearest to the switch to activate the emergency bulkhead nodded, and obligingly pulled the lever.
The power core erupted, sending white hot flames spewing down the corridor, the bulkhead slamming closed just in time as the flames reached under it like fingers.
“That won’t keep them for long” Jay said “We need to reach the others and find a way off this planet – for good.”
His moment of hesitation over Plisken rounded on Jay.
"What did you do that for?" The old man growled, with the menace that only came from years of experience. He squared up to Jay, who had a fair few centuries under his belt. Jay just stood there.
"We don't have time for this Plisken. We can grab his AI core and restore it to functionality back on the Dwarf. No harm done." Jay said, trying to placate Plisken. The old man opened his mouth to reply, and angry scowl on his face.
"You know..." Tara said, standing between the two men. "This situation, reminds me of a computer game you used to play...." Tara said, glaring at Jay. "You know the one, with the four players and the Zombies..."
"Left for Dead 42?" He said, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
"You remember what happened in that one?" Tara asked.
"The old man sacrifices the younger man to the zombies in the end so he can escape..." Jay said, suddenly looking shiftily at Plisken.
"Right. So is pissing the old fogey off a good idea right now?"
"No..." He shuffled his foot and looked down the corridor. Suitably chastised, the situation diffused slightly, although it was obvious that Plisken brooded over the loss of Sven.
The group headed in wary silence down the hallways and passages of the compound, making their way deeper into the complex. They were passing into the crew quarters when Jay's radio crackled into life.
"I AM FUCKING WELL NOT WEARING THOSE PERVERTED..." The radio crackled and hissed, covering a long string of overly exaggerated swears.
"Jay?... Jay you there?" Came a voice from the radio, small, and almost whispering into the mic.
"Yeah, White wolf, is that you?" Jay replied.
"IF YOU SO MUCH AS COME NEAR ME WITH...." There was another long string of expletives and the threat to defecate in somewhere nasty.
"Uh... What's going on?" Tara asked.
"Tara? What are you doing.. ah... alive?" White Wolf asked, his voice raising slightly in surprise.
"Long story..." Tara began but Jay shook his head, now wasn't the time or the place. They were all feeling like they were being watched and strange scratching noises were coming from the walls.
"Well, it will have to wait anyway. If you can hurry it up, and bring two pairs of trousers if you can find any. One in Cass's size, one in Jamie's that'd be grand. I'm not sure that Eve's choice of Assless chaps is going down well." White Wolf said, going off mic and whispering something to someone else.
"Assless..." Tara queried.
"Chaps?.." Jay concluded the question.
"Less talking. More hurrying." White Wolf whispered. "Someone is going to get hurt here soon..." There was the sound of breaking glass and more emphatic swearing.
OOC - Ah, I left it open as to who was most upset about the assless chaps.... ;)