Expletives are called for...

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'Jack?' Keats said, quietly. He turned slowly.
A man dressed in a black stealth suit, much like Jacks, stood behing
him. A sword an inch away from Keats Jugular. 'ohhh shit...'
Hell, if the person she hits with it is living then their blood might
splatter on her. She smiled at the thought and continued on. She
wanted to hit someone....no kill someone.....
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Jack gulped. The person was standing motionless with a sword close to
his neck. Keats crouched there. Dead still. Dead would be the
operative word if he didnt think of something quickly.
"Ummmm. Hi, i dont believe weve met, Im Keats, John Keats...'
He held out his hand in greeting, hoping it was a fellow crewmember.
The masked persons head turned slightly to look at his hand. It swang
its sword at it.
"Ohshitohshitohshitiohshit..' Keats withdrew his hand
instantaniously, and dived to the side. The masked figure followed.
McGellen stompped around the corner, hiting anything that got in her
way. She found that glass shatterd suprisingly satisfactionaly,
although, skulls made a nicer crunch.
She batterd a random pipe. Turning a corner, she saw a marine, making
use of the quietness around the deck, and was making away with a few
Odds and sods. She coughed loudly, the marine turned and smiled. He
dropped the random electronics, and pulled out a large gun. McGellen
smiled.
"Im Hard Light Dick shit..' The marine didnt listen, instead he let
loose a volley of gun fire and charged in, waving the butt of his
assault weapon.
The bullets bounced harmlessly off her, and raising the pipe like a
baseball bat, she waited for the marines rush.
Seeing the bullets bounce off the women, he tried to stop. Physics
proved to be his downfall, and he lost his footing and tumbled
straight into a large etal pipe. Kara sighed, yes, that releaved some
stress.
Keats heard gun fire, he didnt care where from, ANYWHERE wold be
better than a horrible slashy death. He turned the corner at speed,
the assailant running efortlessly after him.
"ohshitohshitOHSHIT!"
Kara looked up from wiping the blood off her pipe. Something was
coming this way and fast. She strained her ears to listen...
She moved her head in confusion.
Keats ame to anothe corner, his legs were feeling like lead, The Gun
(TM) bounced harmlesly around his back.
'Gun, anything you can do to help?'
'No sir, the assailant appears to be releasing low heat signitures,
and in my present state i am unabl to fire any projectiles..'
'So.. what you saying....'
'Im saying goodnight!'
The Gun (TM) switched off, it power supplies depleted.
'OHHHHH shit..'
Keats turned the corner.
Kara aproached the corner. The footsteps were close now. She stuck
her head round the corner. Keats flew past swearing perfusely.
'You?' Kara queeried. Keats didnt respond. Kara took a step around
the corner, pipe out. Straight into the assailant, who was sent them
both flying.
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