Wow... FINALLY I post! (AKA Run Kayn Run...)

Kayn
Somewhere on floor 13...
 
Kayn for some reason had spent the last few weeks asleep. He didn't know where...or how... but it managed to come with a traffic cone and a pair of sunglasses. Efof had been busy piloting the ship in Kayn's absence. Some people were not going to be too happy about his absence
 
Especially the very very very very annoyed visage of Frank Harris walking down the corridor towards him with a large combat knife and a look of insanity
 
"Smeg..."
 
Kayn wasn't all too scared of being made mincemeat out of Harris - his mind was being preoccupied with the thought of being taken to the medical bay and left in the 'capable' hands of Keto and his staff. But Kayn, being Kayn was prepared.
 
He attached the band arround his arm - stating allergies to every ointment known to mankind, and started praying
 
(Yippee... I'm back to posting again...now that some sence of control has been put over the group...Now Harris... put...the...knife...down...)

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