The warm glow of love to the most.. unlikely (?!) of people

Who: Keats, Severn and Wildflower
Where: Cargo bay 23
When: After Seymours departure
Keats breathed out sharply.
'THAT was close.... thought hed see it then... cant have him weasling
his way into our project... talking of that... lockup and lets have
another go ay?'
Severn tapped the button to access the Hold, he made a mental note to
put a kind of access code intot he system, noone ever came here so he
didnt think he needed it...
He tapped the door lock button, and they cargo bay doors slowly
closed up.
Unbeknownst to Keats or Severn, a small Dreadlocked figure hopped in
underneath the closing cargo doors....
Keats fastend his archaic Helmet, it had been revamped since the
original version. A smart screen coverd his left eye, that usually
just got in the way tho, so he kept it up most of the time.
The craft was small by Bug comparisson to a bug or midge, it could
only fit two, and was definatly a short range vehicle, having no way
to move about much from the two adjacent cockpits.
The case had been changed, from its flimsy glass to strong durable
Plas-steel covering, it could survive a few hits usually now,
helpfully avoiding explosive decompression.
Around it was a Class 4 deflecter shield, Military use. It had
origiannly been used on one of the marines dropships, however, whilst
supposidley being helpfull, Severn had stolen many parts and done the
old switcheroon. To this effect, he could probably build from scratch
the best part of a military Gun-Boat or C-3 ship.
The armanent was primarily three forward firing Slugger, using
R.A.I.L techolopgy to propell the archaic slugs through the vacuum of
space, it could also attach a few extras onto various parts of the
hull, these usually consisted of any number of types of propulsion
missles, and various things of that ilk.
Keats Jumped in and the ship lowerd into the artificially created
vacuum inside the hull... Severn was left alone...
Wildflower was peeking through various little drawers and containers,
suprisingly fast for someone whod past mid life and was now the sort
whod probablt by a nice country house to 'settle down' in. A small
spanner tumbled as she poked into Severns delicate tools draw and its
ringing echoed around the cargo bay, sounding louder with each
rebound.
He span round, although cargo crates and most of Jacks training
equiptment stopped him seeing her, he could now sense someones
presence, he had an empathic link to his tools, and someone was
disorganising them.... He grabbed a large ceremonial Wrench of no
real use, slung it over his shoulder and carefully tipped toed to see
who...
'DAMN!' thought Wildflower, she usually could keep quiet in al but
the closest of areas. She just made a rookies number 1 error. She
alerted anyone around that someone was here. She tried to look for
somewhere to conceal herself when a head poked around the corner..
Severn stuck his head around the corner in curiosity. There, was a
timid looking vision of loveliness... Severn cleared his throat...
'Ah... I.. I ... err... What ... i mean, Im Joseph Severn, Mechanic..'
His hand shot out infront of him automatically, inside he felt the
warm glow of some feeling he hadnt felt since he was 16...
Petal stared at the hand, and then back to Severn, and carefuly went
forward to shake it..
'Petal Horeflower... Aromatherapist...'
'P..Pleased to meet you, Petal.. what a beautiful name'
He kicked himself mentally, usually he could keep his cold exterior
from showing emotions, but this women just made him feel odd...
He tried to look swave and realised he was still slinging the
ceremonial overlarge wrech over a shoulder, he threw it behing him
quickly, it crashed into some emty Biologicakl waste conatainers...
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