Who Will Rescue the Rescuers?

Who: Keto, Trisees, Big Pink Tree
Where: Medibay
When: Then
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<<SNIP>>
> "So let me get this straight, Charles," said Trisees,
> "This medibay is now run by the two of us and a shrub?"
>
> "So it would appear," said Keto sitting on the top of a desk.
>
> Trisees sighed. "What have they got themselves into this time?"
>
> "As usual, its up to the chief of medicine to mount a
> rescue attempt," said Keto.
>
> *rustle* said the tree.
>
> Both Trisees and Keto shot the tree a look.
>
> "Get out," they said in unison.
<<END SNIP>>
"Of course," continued Trisees as the Tree hopped into the corner
dejectedly, "I am going to have to ask for clarification. You said
'rescue attempt'."
"That's right," nodded Keto firmly, heading for a cabinet on the far
side of the medibay. Trisees followed. "The Tree, appalling specimen
of unnatural life though it is, can probably manage to look after
seven non-responsive, stable patients for a few hours. All it has to
do is fail to kill them."
Keto reached under the cabinet, which looked identical to any of the
other two dozen cabinets in the room, and pushed something. There was
a dull click from over the far side of the room, causing Trisees to
glance over his shoulder.
"Are you sure about this?" the scientist asked as Keto turned on his
heel and headed towards the source of the click, "It IS the Tree,
after all. It could probably kill them without even doing anything."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take. Or, rather, those patients are
willing to take."
"Really?"
"Do you SEE any of them objecting?" asked Keto, raising an eyebrow as
the pair approached a medical fridge. Trisees stared at it.
"Why," he asked after a moment, "Are you wandering back and forth
before coming to this fridge?"
"Because if I hadn't disarmed the explosive security system, I
wouldn't be able to do this," replied Keto, and opened the fridge.
Trisees stared.
Trisees stared some more.
Trisees finally spoke.
"Why," he asked, his tone almost unchanged, "Do you have what appears
to be a medium-sized armory in a medical refrigerator?"
"I'm me," replied Keto, pulling out a regulation Space Corps assault
rifle, before also removing his personalised pair of pistols and
shoving them in his waistband. Trisees contemplated this for a
moment, then shrugged and armed himself accordingly.
"I do still have to press the point, though," he said, kicking the
fridge door shut behind him. There was another loud click, and
Trisees made a mental note to never, ever open that door, "You hate
the medical staff. With a fiery passion. That's on fire. Why, oh
why, do you now want to go and launch a rescue mission?"
Keto, halfway to the door, froze. Then he turned, an amused
expression on his face.
"Lawrence," he said quietly, "You've known me for longer than just
about anybody aboard this accursed ship. I'm disappointed in you.
I'm not going to rescue the medical staff."
With that, he turned and marched out the door, letting his last words
echo back to where Trisees stood.
"I'm going to rescue the Welsh planet from the onset of Blue Dwarfers.
You coming?"
Trisees stared after him. Then, after a few moments of blinking, he
grinned to himself and shrugged.
"What else am I going to do?" he murmured, and left.
Behind them, the Tree rustled.
<Tag Sean!>
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OOC: Hey, somebody's got to stick up for the poor Welsh. Might as
well be secretly-one-eighth-Welsh Keto and
just-returned-to-the-Dwarf-with-no-memory Trisees! ;) Naturally,
we're not out to kill Dwarfers. Just to stop them from annihilating
the entire Welsh population.