Jed Calvert - "Waiting in the bowels"

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"Now then my metal buckaroo. I'm sure ain't that fella' but I sure can
handle cattle like him. The names Jed, Jed Calvert." He tipped his hat
and started having an in depth conversation with Mk 7 about 'the wild
west'. One of the Canaries took this time to throw a smoke grenade at
the crew of the Fools Gold.
"Leg it!" Jay yelled, and took off towards the crossing over the egg
hatchery. On the other side, he kept running and hoped that the rest
of the crew had the braincells to go after him. Amber appeared at his
side, leading her squad.
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Who: Jed Calvert
Where: In the Thorax egg chamber
When: After the smoke grenade exploded
Jed coughed and walked out of the smoke with a neckerchief covering
his mouth, his crew were dropping to their knees from smoke inhalation.
"Get up yer pansies!" he said, kicking his nearest crewmember up the arse.
They all collapsed, which was possibly the worst thing to do in a
Hymenopteran egg chamber. The grapefruit-sized eggs hatched and out
came small Hymenopteran workers, ant-like insects the size of dogs.
The worker-ants started carting off the bodies of the crewmembers.
"Hey! Hey get back here y'all!" Said Captain Calvert. "You're all
slackers! Getting captured whilst on duty is a serious breach of your
contract. I'll make sure you never work on me ship again!"
Through the smoke Jed stumbled and almost tripped up over Mk.7, whom
he'd previously been talking about westerns.
"So what's the plan l'il buddy? I guess you're on this hear away
mission for a reason, I'm sure its not for yer health?"
"Yeah, we're trying to save the future by changing the past. You?"
Jed thought back to the future version of himself he'd seen die right
before his eyes. "Yeah, snap."
Jed looked over to Peter who had paused pumping and was now using the
moonshine to spray over the bugs that were attacking him. They all
dissolved when the alcohol touched them.
"Good stuff that is!" Said Jed. "Shame to see it get wasted." He
noticed a Hymeoptera sneak behind Peter when he wasn't looking so drew
his laser six-shooter and shot the bug between the eyes. Peter heard
the bug squeal and turned his hose on it to finish it off.
"Thanks, urr… Mister Eastwood?"
Jed took the soggy cigar end out of his mouth and shook Peters hand.
"Jed Calvert, Captain and entrepreneur. " he paused then added with a
nudge and a wink. "That's smuggler to you and me, eh?" he grinned and
Peter felt uncomfortable.
Jed turned his attention to the extra barrels of whiskey. "If those
other guys want some time to head to the bridge, they might be coming
back in quite a hurry. So why don't we make a dirty bomb out of this
here bug-juice?"
Peter took a Space corps issue detonator out of his backpack. "Okay.
Will this do?"
"Pffft!" Said Jed. "Used them pieces of horse shit before, and they
don't detonate half the time, I prefer to use these!"
He brought a stick of dynamite out of his jacket pocket. It had a fuse
as long as his arm.
"Guaranteed results every time!" he said with a grin.
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