My last post revised

Then something snarled behind and a large dark shape leapt out at the deranged
major. Harris swung round and slashed the beast from shoulder to hip and then
groan to neck.
Then all of sudden there was a bright light behind the Major and then he was
pulled in by someone's hand that had placed it self on his shoulder. Then the
light disappeared and the Major was gone.
The robed figure of Charlie Dimmock appeared. She lowered her hood and looked
around, then muttered. "They've sent me to the wrong place again!"
With that she pulled a scroll out of the robe and began to look down it.
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Donover was silent for a second, gathering up courage for a second. "Now, what
shall we do about this drink? Shall we meet in Parrotts at half past eight?" he
blurted out quickly. 'Damn, I'm no good at this,' he thought.
"Ok then, I'll meet you then, Robert," she said, nodding slowly.
"Ok, see you at eight, Jenny," he said slowly walking out of the room. When he
was outside the medibay, Donover punched the air victoriously.
Then a throught struck the sergeant, he hadn't actually been on a date for a
very long time.
"Oh what have done?" Donover merely commented to himself.
Donover merely stood there for about a minute trying to think what to do,
tapping his foot on the floor. Chocs and flowers, Donover throught, is that
what usually came with a date. But his wages meant if at all he could only
afford one flower and it would he penniless until the next payday . Oh but it
be wroth it, he throught and with that he went searching the ship searching for
a flower shop.
At half past eight
After checking at Wildflower's quarters he found that she wasn't there so he
went to check the medical bay, he was wearing his best uniform, the rest of his
clothes left something to be desired and in his right hand he carried a single
red rose. Took him hours to locate that rose.
He took a deep breath and then entered the medial bay.
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"Thou beaties are back," he said poitning at the other Starbug.
Crawling all over it's hull and around it's legs and the nearby
forest were the beasties that had been attacking them since day one.
"Now what?" asked Shakespeare.
A bright light appeared before the two prisoners and Harris stepped out, dressed
in different gear then before, black hard wearing trousers and combat jacket and
over that he wore a long coat. Attached to his belt were numerous guns. Yet
there was something else different about the Major, he appeared to be one year
older and his hair was back to its' normal, dark coloured, state.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here." Harris merely commented with an evil
grin. "We have a pair of happy campers."