From the depths...

Who: Seymour Niples, ?
Where: Bowels of the Ship, Corridor 1233
 
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  The door buckled inwards, and fell to the ground with a resounding thud, the loud clang echoing throughout the corridor.  A cloud
of dust wafted from the spot and settled, silence returning to the metallic tunnel.
 
  From the darkened holeway of the door, a figure poked his head outwards and looked left and right down the hallway, wiping a
large quantity of dust from his normally pristine jakcet.  He growled and flicked a hair from his eye.
 
  "Space time continuum..." he muttered, just loud enough to make a slight noise in the corridor.  He looked up at the floor number,
section letter and cursed to himself.  He was deep in the bowels of the ship.  Very deep.  It was down here where large mutated
killer organisms lived.
 
  He placed a hand in one of his pockets and was surprised to discover a scalpel inside.  It wasn't his, and he had no idea how it had
found its way into his pocket, but he pulled it out anyway.  Supposing a wild mutated space weevil attacked him, how would he defend
himself.
 
  He stepped down the corridor and looked for the nearest elevator, he had no idea how long he'd been trapped, but he knew it had
to be a while.  He was dusty and VERY hungry.
 
 - Two Hours Later -
 
  The figure stopped by the express lift ang gave a sigh of relief.  He couldn't wait to be back up at his home, Supply Field B.  He just
hoped no one had been messing around with it since he'd been away.  Stepping into the lift, his mind took a u-turn, just as it was about
to press the button for Supply Field B.
 
 "Maybe I should do a little re-intergrating first..."
 
His finger wavered over the control panel before finally giving up and hitting the button for the promenade.
 
  "Can't be any worse than how I remember it," he sighed.
 
  Leaning back against the wall, he watched patiently as the express lift began to show it's complimentary 'crash' video.  He diverted his
attention from the monitor and stared at the floor, thinking about all the old adventures.  He if wasn't for certain crew members, he'd
probably have enjoyed himself.  But even that was stretching it.
 
  "I'll get to see my good friend Keto again," he said smiling.  "Oh, and Chrysler.  All of those Chryslers," the smile disappeared from his
face and was replaced with a scowl.  "And Cleavage.  Gah, why did I even bother coming back?"
 
  The elevator rose.
 
 - Some More Time Later -
 
  The figure stepped from the elevator and wandered along corridors, both seeming familiar and completely alien.  He must have been
away for longer than he had first thought.  He scratched his head and stared at the one he was currently standing on.  Was he going the
right way down it to get to the medibay?  He racked his brains for a second and stood still, trying to figure out the directions.
 
  Ambassador Seymour Niples, looking highly dejected, ambled along the corridor lost in a deep train of thought, staring at the floor.  He
had been wandering for what seemed like days, maybe even years.  He and Katrina had...no, they couldn't have...could they? 
  He didn't want to think about it.
 
  There was brief moment of pain, as his dipped head connected with something else that was in his path, and he took a step backwards.
  A figure fell over in front of him, obviously not expecting to have been pushed from behind.
 
  Seymour walked over to the loudly cursing man and offered a hand.
 
  "I'm so terribly sorry, dear chap, I wasn't looking where I was going," he stammered.
 
  The figure looked up from the floor and glared at Niples, who was so surprised that he then fell over himself.
 
  "And you call yoursefl a captain," the figure said.  "You can't even walk along a corridor without knocking people over yet you command
a space ship," he growled.
 
  "Oh my," said Niples, still in shock. 
 
  "What?" asked the figure in front of him.  "What's the problem? Wait, don't tell me, I hurt your ego?"
 
  "Trisees?  Is that you?" Nipels asked, un hearing the man's earlier question.
 
  "Of course it's me, who did you think it was? Not that bloody surgeon!"
 
  Niples said nothing.
 
  <Tag - Niples, something to take your mind off Katrina adn the breakup, and can I just say Hi everyone, I hope to be returning for good.  At least, that's
my intention.  Hope people are ready for the return of Trisees, and maybe one or two old friends as well ;)>
 
 - Larry Trisees - Evil Scientist.