Keto\'s Medibay in: That\'s The Way The Appendix Crumbles

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Who: Shakespeare, Coffey.
Where: Corridor 760.
When: Then.
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Shakespeare and Coffey strolled, more tired than anything else,
down what felt like the billionth corridor that day. They'd been
into room after room, down corridor after corridor, setting up small
sensors in the corners of corridor junctions. They're small detector
box had not emitted a single beep at all that day. They were
beginning to wonder if there really was an appendix loose at all.
"Hazel, thous't hath not heard from said machien at all thys day.
Doth thy think that'st maybe thy appendix is but not escaped but'st
merely dead?"
Coffey mulled over the point.
"Then we would have seen a large dead appendix in the room and not
an incredibly worried Keto."
"Thou hath a good point," admitted Sahkespeare, placing another
sweeper in the corner of a corridor.
"Will, I'll see if Keto and Wildflower are having any luck."
She pressed a button on their wrist communicator. There was a
faint crackle followed by raised voices.
"For god's sake woman, SHUT THE HELL UP! I hate you! I hate you
with a living passion!" shouted Keto's voice through the communicator.
"All I asked was would you like your office painted a magnolia
shade or a greener shade?" replied Wildflower.
"And I said NO! But you KEEP GOING ON ABOUT IT!"
"Because you palmed me off without considering the benefits,"
stated Wildflower.
"Of what?! Seeing a slightly different colour around me whilst I
fantasise about ridding you from existence?!" shouted Keto.
There was a click as Coffey turned off the communicator.
"They sound busy," she said.
Shakespeare laughed.
"Wait thy second, I hath been granted an idea."
"What?" asked Coffey.
"Ahem, Holly myne good pixelised friend."
There was a slight pause followed by a:
"What is it doctor?"
"You might not hath happened to been granted with seeing any large
unusual shapes moving about on thy monitors hath you?"
"What, like a big unidentified thing travelling around the ship?
Like a big rock or something?"
"Yes, Holly," added Coffey.
"I'll check."
There was another pause.
"Nah. Nothing funny. Moving or stationary, internal scans check
out fine."
"Uh huh. So Holly," asked Coffey. "Where would one such rock have
to go to be out of your scans?"
"That's easy that one. Down in the cargo bays and the unused
levels where there's nothing to do. Or, go outside the ship."
"Outside thy Dwarf?"
"Yeah. They didn't fit me with near external sensors. I can only
scan for planetoids and planets and the sun we're about to hit.
Wait. Phew, missed it. Wasn't sure we're going to make it that
time. I should have taken that option of having the upgrade to my
navigation and piloting autopilot."
"Holly?"
"Yeah, sorry. As I was saying. Stuff that's on the outside hull,
like the crew that get PD, cannot be detected by me. I think it was
a big JMC flaw. Or lack of caring. Or something."
"Thank you Holly," said Coffey. Shakespeare was standing silently,
wondering which to choose.
"Calleth Keto."
"Ok, let's hope they're in a more receptive mood."
Coffey gingerly pressed the on button for the communicator and
waited.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID WOMAN!!! I HATE ANGEL DELIGHT, I'VE ALWAYS
HATED ANGEL DELIGHT, AND YOU SAYING 'You'll like it, Keetso, it'll be
really nice once you tried some that I made' WILL NOT CHANGE MY
SMEGGING MIND!" Keto hollered.
"But you might like mine, really," continued Wildflower, unabahsed
by Keto's temperament.
"ARGH!" Keto violently screamed.
Coffey turned off the communicator again.
"I don't think we'll find a time when those two aren't arguing,"
she said.
"But'st, they doth make a lovely couple," said Shakespeare.
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