Sod this for a Lark!

OOC-Right, hopefully, this should do two things, a) Patch up my
friend SMAndys tremendous fuck up just now, and b) get me my own cool
ship.
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Rufus simply counted...1..2...3...4...
Phil came running back...
"yes yes i know...wrong direcetion again...no say a word or they get
up close and personel...just rember who's destined to become a god of
war okay?"
This time he set of in the right direction, with the others behind...
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Keats wasnt best pleased. So far today, hed almost crashed into an
asteroid, got pulled onto a ship, found out the ship was inhabited by
the living dead, found that some hyperaythingys were on it to,
crashed his Bike, lost all but one or two swigs of his homebrew, and
he was pretty sure that his underwear inhabited more than just his
extremities... he sqigged nervously side to side behind the others.
Several of them were looking at each other and making a large show of
sniffing the air. 'Umm, i think i may, errr, i mean, i need to, erm,
il just be a second, il catch up with you' said Keats, nervously.
Everyone else were staring at him as tho theyd just wiped him off the
bottom of there shoe, Keats shrank back to the ship. He saw the
others turn away and mutter between themselves, he tried the door to
the bug, it was locked. Turning round, he was about to call out to
the others, but some lockers and a changing room caught his eye, so
he nipped off there for a second, really needing to change his
undergarments.
five minutes of frantic searching and finally having to make do with
a frilly pink pair of what he hoped where boxers later, he emerged
looking rejuvinated. 'Right then guys, lets go... oh shit, not
again....' Keats slumped agianst a wall, why was everyone always
deserting him. The others had gone, no idea where to or why, but he
thought 'Fuck it, im off after them'. Keats began to run down what he
thought was the right corridor, but, as it turns out, after all the
searching and partly due to the rather large lump on his head, he was
at the other side of the landing bay, and had jsut buggerd off down
corridor LB-14F-2B, and not LB-14F-2C, the fool....
'Guys...? hello? anyone around here... hello?' Keats was using 5
million years or so of evolutionary perfection to do the next task.
He scratched himself whilst thinking of what to do next.
after ten minutes of scratching, he gave up and continued to walk
along casually, if he was gonna be lost, he was gonna be bloody lost
and drunk. He reached for the homebrew in his pocket and took a long
swig. he wanderd on, a few minuted later he lent against a wall and
took the last swig of his golden stash, he was only partly suprised
that as he lent back he kept on doing so. 'This is just my god damn
day isnt it, once again, im heading off down a service duct, only
this time im going down head first! SHEEEEET!' he landed again, this
time in a place much like he did before, but this time, the room was
full of varying small one and two man ships, ranging from scouts, to
interceptors.. and gazing across, a few inter-dicotrs... 'Sod this
for a lark!' Keats allowed himself to pass out surrounded by various
boxes and metal bars, totally seperated from view from the rest of
the room...
<OOC- il finish this one off, i can get my own little ship then,
horrah! il sort out me pal smandys problem next time, but if anyone
wants to stumble across me, feel free...>