Friends reunited

Who:- Jay
Where:- Cargo Bay
When:- after setting course for the Legion station
Jay shuddered.
The last time he had been in this particular cargo bay he had stumbled
across the blood soaked corpse of the murdered Jasmine Starbolt. He spared a
though for Dean who in Jasmine had found his first true love, only to have
her snatched away from him. After Jay's pleas to shut down this cargo bay
out of respect fell on deaf ears he vowed to himself never to come here
again, but that was til he got thirsty and realised the last of his supply
of beer had been moved here by Alota to make room in the fridge.
"Right..." he said switching on his flashlight, why he never turned the
actual lights on was anybodys guess, and flashed it across the many shelves
on the walls.
"Wheres my Stella...." he muttered "Ooh! Someones left a 24 pack of
Kronenbourg in here..." he peered over his shoulder and quickly shuffled his
discovery into his trolley.
"Someone there?!" came a voice, weak and feeble.
"FOR THE LOVE OF SMEG!!! SHES HAUNTING THE PLACE!!!" Jay screamed, getting
visions of the first 'Poltergiest' movie.
"Don't just stand there come here and help me!" the voice replied
"But...but youre dead Jasmine!! You can't be here!!!" any sense of
rationality fleeing Jay's mind in an instant, Jay didn't cope well with
death.
"Do I honestly sound dead you moron?! Besides can't you tell a male voice
from a female one?!"
Jay thought about this for a second, the voice speaking to him WAS
male...but it could just be a clever trick for Jasmine to get his attention
then possess his body and go about getting bloody revenge on the crew for
letting her die. He'd seen this in the movies, and he sure as hell didn't
want it on his conscience.
He peeked through a gap in the shelves and saw where the voice was coming
from, breathing a sigh of relief, which was soon replaced by a large
childish grin, at which point he walked around the shelving unit to meet the
owner of the voice.
It was Lawrence Trisees.
Jay liked to think he had matured over the last few years, getting married,
watching his sister be murdered by their brother, becoming the head of the
ships biggest department, how many other 24 year olds could say they've done
as much as Jay had? Hell, he'd even managed to blag the captains quarters to
live in! Of course he WAS married to the captain but still, he lived there!
Problem was, as soon as he came into contact with either Doctor Keto, or
perhaps moreso Lawrence Trisees he regressed to the mental age of a 4 year
old and loved nothing more than to torment said persons.
"Oh god its you..." Trisees muttered "Well! Stop grinning like an idiot and
help me!"
"Help? You want MY help?!"
"AS much as it pains me to admit it Chrysler yes, I want your help." Trisees
replied watching Jay's lips, just like he had done earlier watching Jay's
reflection in the side of the chrome fuel tanks on the shelves near his
feet.
"MY help?! ME?!"
"Trust me you wouldn't be my first choice, listen, I can't feel my legs, I
need you to get me to the medibay"
"I'd LOVE to Larry" Jay said, he could almost SEE Trisees cringing at the
name, this brought an enormous smirk to Jays face.
"What happened anyway?!" Jay asked him, before turning away to find
something he could jerry-rig into something suitable to move the stricken
scentist on.
"Not that it's any of your concern but I was crawling through the ducting
with Rufus Cleavage-FeBuggure when an incredible fireball tore through the
ship, any idea what caused it?!"
"Erm...." said Jay squirming, knowing full well HE caused it..
"Nuh..no...not at all!"
"Anyway I fell from the ceiling vent, and landed here."
"Well lucky for you I came along...by the way, you owe me a 12 pack"
"WHAT?!"
"You landed on my beer, I can't drink that now!!"
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