The rise of Endymion
Where: Cargo bay 23
Who: Keats, Seymour and Severn
When: hell knows chump
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"Good, I just thought I would take an interest in what the young
crewmembers are up to these days. Have you got something back there?"
"ErmÂ… no, nothing." Keats said, keeping quiet. He knew he had to
announce it to Jay first- and didn't want anyone else knowing about
it until then.
"Jolly good...you can start by joining me on Patrol in Parrots.."
"But we dont go...ah...I see"
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'Well, then there were three hey!' Seymour was walking about the
Cargo Bay, casually poking his nose here and there.
'Keats, you gotta get him outta here, hes ggetting to close to the
swicth to open the hold!'
Seymour was idly looking at the console that was used fopr
practically everything in the room.
'MY WORD!' he exclaimed in horror
Keats and Severns gasped. He must of found the switch to the hold...
'Seymour i ah ahh... can explain.....' Said Keats as Seymour was
about to push some buttons.
'Explain can you? how can you explan this!!' He swung a hand at the
console.
'Its COVERD in grease, and whats that...' He leaned in a sniffed a
congealed brown lump 'Left over Burgers? frankly i thought better of
you two!'
He turned around and put his hands on his hips.
'Well, i guess someone has to sort it out!'
Seymour pulled out a long yellow washing up glove, a dusting cloth
and a can of polish
'Soon sort this out...'
Keats and severn looked at each other..
'Ahhh. its... its quite ok, well sort it out in a moment... dont
worry yourself... you might get some on your suit...'
Seymour considerd this for a second, and put down his polish
'Your right... well then... what do you do down here anyway'
Seymour put his hand on the console behind him, pressing a certain
secluded button. Silently, the body of a large, grey ship silently
rose out about 10 ft behind Seymour.
'AHHHHHH... n.. not much.. ahh, really we just train Jack and whoever
wants to train here really...'
Keats and Severn had there eyes locked on the ship. Seymour was
looking impatient.
'Well, i look forward to seing it in action!' He started to turn
about in what seemed like super slow motion...
'Think fast Keats.. THINK FAST' Keats thought to himself, luckily,
severn beat him to it.
'My word is that a 2000 dollar limited edition double cuffed Full
Sunday Office Jacket, with a full complement of fancy EXPENSIVE
extras and matching trousers and shoes over there??'
Seymour quit turning, his ears noticably pricked up
'What colour?' he questioned, walking aimlessly toward The sweating
duo.
'Errrr... Nav... Dark Blue... Formal Dark blue!' splutterd Keats,
severn nudged him, he tryed to think back to seymours wardrobe
'and.. tweed!'
'You said Extras?' He was like a sleepwalker now, or posibly someone
off a danish bacon advert.
'Yeah, many expensive extras... like...err.. frilly lace bits...
and... tails...' he strained himself 'oh, and is that a ruff?'
Seymours eyes bulged. He ran past them and pushed Severn out of the
way. He ran over to the console and pressed the retract button, the
ship slowly made its way back into the hold it sealed itself.
'Hey, theres no suit there.... and talking of suits, MR Keats... il
have you know that the suit you.. you..' he tryed to form his lips
around it 'DESTROYED cost me a pretty penny, not to mention the
Champagne you stole and devoured!'
Keats walked over to him and placed his arm on his shoulder.
'Seymour, i dont think you have anything to worry about in that
compartment..'
Seymour looked at him and majestically turned around and stormed out,
while the discription of the suit was still firmly imprinted in his
mind... he mutterd to himself
'Tails AND a ruff.... hmmmm...'
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