Who ya gonna call? Mk.7!

Who: Mk.7, Jack, and others
When: After snip
Where: Not telling :P
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"holly, tell peter to go to severns hangar, to give him a hand. we're
gonna need some help back here to sort this out.. and tell him he
doesn't need to worry about it being a suicide mission either." Jack
said as he ran down to his office, and sat down.
"Now.. all i need is a volunteer to get the hose to the battleship...
someone small, that can fly just as fast as a ship, yet is a small
enough target to not warrant an attack..." he said to himself...
<end snip>
He then heard a whistling coming from somewhere. He looked over his
desk to see Mk.7 leaning against the side of the door in a rather cool
manner.
"So, you need someone to get over there to pump that baby full of
grog, eh?" asked Mk.7 rhetorically, walking over to Jack and jetting
onto some papers spread across his desk.
"Oh thank god you're here." said Jack noticing that this little guy
fitted the quota perfectly. "Do you think you could do it?"
"Mate," said Mk.7 in his laid back aussie accent, "I could make it to
a local bottleshop on earth, buy the booze, and bring it back if i had
to."
"I'll take that as a yes, now get to it!"
Mk.7 shot out of the office, jet at maximum power, and dodged and
weaved between the people frantically running about the corridors, who
were not exactly expecting a blue prototype scutter to shoot past at
chest height.
He hit the ground running, and sprinted into his room. He would need
to use the Suicidal Insanity, his 'ship', for this mission. he sat in
it, and locked his jet into the Suicidal Insanity's jet system, before
lifting off the ground and floating at ankle-height, made his way to
the hangar bay.
Once there, he signalled to a security grunt who abliged to the
scutter's request and handed his 2 laser pistols. Peter also ran up to
him, hauling a massive hose that trailed off behind him.
This brought Mk.7's armament up to 4 minigun-bazookoids - 2 attached
to Mk.7, and the other 2 attached to the Suicidal Insanity, over 120
missiles, 2 laser pistols, and a smegging huge hose.
This pleased him greatly.
The hangar doors opened and Mk.7 shot out with the hose trailing off
behind him, which he had wrapped around his left leg to leave his
hands free to control the S.I. and fire the laser pistols. The
in-built weapons could of course be operated mentally.
Mk.7 opened a comm channel to the Blue Dwarf fleet.
"Alright cannon-fodd... uh I mean guys... run a smokescreen for me
while I make a B-line for the scorpion."
The squadron leaders all acknowledged these orders and began darting
about shooting at the scorpion, doing next to no damage.
The scorpion blew up several squadrons with it's tail.
Mk.7 darted through the chunks of shrapnel before landing on the
surface of the ship. He looked around at the many Hymenopteran
warriors coming towards him. He smirked and started desiccating the
advancing horde. By the time the guts and blood cleared, the surface
of the ship resembled something out of a horror film. Mk.7 scouted
about the surface before finding a slightly softer square patch that
resembled a biological equivalent of an access hatchway.
Naturally, Mk.7 blew the smeg out of it. It revealed deep opening
which seemed to connect to a vent system. he untied the hose from his
leg and threw the end down the hole.
"NOW!" shouted Mk.7 over the radio.
"Ow! Not so loud!" complained Severn on the other end.
"Sorry, please turn on the moonshine pump now"
"That's better"
The alcohol started gushing into the vent system and flooded the
entire ship, killing the entire crew immediately. Fortunately for the
Blue Dwarf's crew, the scorpion had a tough bone-like crust that lined
the inside which prevented damage to the ship itself.
Mk.7 then drifted into the ship and, upon reaching the area he assumed
must be the bridge, he noticed the scorpion was healing the hole he
had blown open to allow access, and was starting to refill the ship
with oxygen.
"Oh, dear? Please come inside, you'll catch your death of cold out
there" said Mk.7 over the radio to the away team assembling on the
Blue Dwarf.
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