Bug up yer ass...

OOC: A JP Between myself (Chris Harris) and the wonderful Becca, I
think we all know both of our characters pretty well and I cant be
assed to type much more so lets Rock N Roll...
Who: Chris, Amber, Grunts
Where: Shuttle Bay 42
When: After the wormhole jump
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Amber grumbled, she had no quarters and all of her stuff was still
locked up in security. She was on her way down there to shout at
Chris to release the lock on it. She cursed in Hymenoptera under her
breath, it was a habit she couldn't break after being on the Thorax
again.
Chris shook his head as Amber entered the Shuttle Bay.
"Whaddaya want Amber?" he asked, less than politely
"I want my stuff back you sorry excuse for a security chief." She
growled at him, not forgetting how she was treated on Deck 13. She
glared at him and the old Amber would have ripped out his throat and
taken her stuff, but she shuddered inwardly at the thought and
simply glared.
"I'd like to see you do a better job" he retorted with a glare,
before realizing that Amber would in fact make a very good Security
Chief and immediately turned away and swore under his breath.
He attempted to smile but failed dismally, a feeble and sheepish
grin appearing momentarily before fading into the traditional Amber
greeting of a cringe mingled with a Roger Moore style raised
eyebrow, making him look stupid.
"What's the matter with you? You look like there's a bug up your
ass." Amber said, refusing to giggle at Chris even though she was
howling with laughter inside.
"I tried to smile to attempt to reconcile myself. As you can see – I
failed" he said with a small laugh and a more successful smile,
appreciating that Amber had not decided to roll around on the floor
with laughter while he continued to stand there looking like a prat.
Chris jerked his head slightly, "Speaking of Bugs Amber…" he said,
Gesturing towards a fairly large crevice in the wall of the cargo
bay. "What the smeg!?" he added.
Amber glanced over to the hole in the wall and a skittering sound
came from inside. Amber hissed under her breath.
"Bugs...." She said quietly. "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSeeeeheeehhhhhttttth
ggggrrrrraaaaaaaaallllll mmmmmmckckckckck!" She bellowed, which
roughly translates to 'you are ugly and your queen is a mamel'. Four
hymies came swarming out and hissed in their foul tongue at the
BD'ers.
"Oh yeah, lets antagonise a bunch of hymies by swearing at them!"
exclaimed Chris, not knowing the proper translation, drawing his
GunBlade and moving in front of Amber.
"A translation wouldn't go amiss Amber!" he added as he pushed her
out of the way of a large lump of green bug acid.
"I insulted their queen, they called me a traitorous female dog.....
kinda, it was ruder but I don't wanna offend...." She lowered
herself into a fighting postition and grabbed a gun off Chris
shooting the first Hymie between the eyes. "Game on." She yelled in
both languages.
Chris hacked whatever constituted an arm for a hymie clean off and
embedded his GunBlade in the hymie's stomach as it slowly collapsed
on the floor muttering it's foul language amongst heavy breathing.
"Amber I really don't wanna be responsible for you death!" shouted
Chris over the noise of the dying hymie coughing up more of the foul
green acid.
"Why don't you stand back and let me handle this eh?" he finished,
as half a dozen bugs materialised from the nest.
"Ok, forget that! Tell you what, distract them by swearing at them
while I castrate and disembowel them all"
"You already kill part of my soul by locking me up on deck 13 you
immoral bas...." She was drowned out by the death scream of a Hymie
as she buried her boot in its squishy eyes. "I would leave you to
die here on your own, but I can't face that pit again and I have
morals now." She fumed with rage and launched the pistol at a bug
where it sunk into its torso before exploding from where Amber had
set it to override.
"Yeah, If you recall I wasn't the Chief of Security then!" Chris
said, decapitating another as he continued to argue. "Though if it
makes you feel any better I'd be willing to pay for a drink or two
so I can give a proper apology without hymie crap, piss, and god
knows what else all over me!"
"A drink would be good about now." She mumbled kicking a hymie in
the underbelly.
The hymie fell over and Chris embedded his GunBlade in its nervous
system to finish it off. The two remaining hymies were easily
dispatched, and Chris and Amber were left looking like extras on the
latest Martian series of ER.
"Tell me about it" said Chris, sheathing his GB as he threw himself
against the wall breathing slightly heavily.
"Can you... hear that?..... What is that?" Amber said, as a low
droning sound began.
"CHECK THE SMEGGING NEST!" shouted Chris as he dashed over the
crevice in the wall, Amber close behind him.
Chris peered into the hole, but Amber suddenly got a shiver down her
spine and looked up at the ceiling. A massive wasp-like ship was on
the ceiling.
Amber tapped Chris on the back, gesturing towards the ceiling. He
quickly looked up and motioned towards his sheath before realising
its futility.
"Run Amber" said Chris calmly. "Run!" he shouted as she failed to
comply.
Amber hissed at the ship.
"She's beautiful..." Amber breathed.
"It's EVIL! Come on!" Chris said, pulling at her wrist to go.
"It's only a ship." She whispered in Hymenopterran to it and it
scuttled down the wall infront of the pair.
"AMBER!" shouted Chris, "I order you to get the hell outta here,
NOW!" he finished as he pulled her away from the wasp-like ship.
Amber shook him of and walked over to the ship.
"If it wanted us dead then we'd be dead." She said. "Some of the
ships were partly sentiant... this one must be one of them." she
said touching one of the landing legs and feeling the smooth metal.
Chris realized there was now no danger to this ship.
"Attached already?" he asked, smiling properly now.
"That would be a word yes......" Amber said, trasfixed by the
swirling patterns of yellow along the abdomen that curled around and
ended in a 'stinger' which was actually some kind of weapon.
"Well, It's no danger to us, what you wanna do with it?" he asked,
intrigued.
"I wanna keep it! You think Jay will let me?" She said, sounding
like an excited child, and Chris was reminded that she was only
three technically. She dashed off leaving Chris next to the wasp
like ship, which crawled up the wall again.
"I'm sure he will" he called after her, "Now, how about that drink
eh?" he said with a grin as she looked back.