Landing Procedures

Who: Mk.7, Dean, Guinevere, Eric
Where: Space
When: Just before end of last post
Mk.7 had continued to drift along side the 'Dwarf, and was watching
the events unfolding in front of him like an old lady does to a bad
sitcom.
He saw Eric ejected from the airlock and Johnny's ship hurtle into
certain doom.
"What a guy!" was all Mk.7 was able to utter before realising his
radio was still on.
"Ahem, Dean. I could use a lift here." said Mk.7, jetting over to
grab the unconscious but slowly stirring Eric.
"Sure man, no swe..." he said cutting his sentence short.
"Hey, it's alright if you're choked up a bit" said Mk.7 surprisingly
sympathetically.
"No, it's not that... What happened to you? One thing you're on the
roof of my ship, the next, you're gone."
"Oh, THAT! Well, you bloody well splattered me against the top of
the landing bay doors you tit!" said Mk.7 angrily, remembering the
experience.
"Uh, guys?" came Guinevere's voice. "Can we keep the bitching till
later?"
"Alright, alright, just come pick us up." said Mk.7
Dean drew closer, and with Mk.7 and Eric onboard, made towards the
landing bay.
"Let's try not to lose anyone else now, eh?" joked Mk.7
Once back on the ground, the four of them made their way out.
"Ok, Guinevere and I should take Eric to the medibay." said Dean
"Heh, he would probably be better off if you didn't." said Mk.7 and
made his way to his room/broom cupboard/workshop.
He then received a message over his comm system, which made him
smile slightly.
"Ooh, a new security member."
He changed his direction and made his way to the quarters of Benjen
Stark.
Mk.7 wandered through the many corridors of the vast ship searching
for Ben, and serendipitously found him.
"Hi there, I thought I would introduce myself, being your superior
and all." said Mk.7 cheekily
"Well, I am only new here. Just being here longer than me would make
you my superior."
"Yes, well... but you see... uh... yes." said Mk.7 thinking very
hard on a comeback.
"It's alright, glad to meet you." sain Ben stretching out his hand
to be shaken, if only it were several feet longer.
"Aha, very funny wise guy... I like you, lets go have a pint, and
I'll introduce you to a few sheila's." said the scutter making his
best attempt at a wink before leading the new recruit down to
Parrott's.
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