**Action** - "Suicide Welshman"

Who: Aled Roch and Baddon Jones
Where: A small moon called Mons Geneivre
When: As most of the crew return to the Blue Dwarf
Two Welshmen stood in spacesuits on the very very small and barren
moon of Mons Geneivre. It was quite far from Welsh space, and across
the border into the French owned region of space, but perfectly
positioned so that they had a good view of both homeworlds in the
distance, but what really dominated their view was the barren ball of
dust known as New Texas.
"There it is Aled!" Said Baddon in a thick Welsh accent. He pointed to
the mazes of tubes and pipelines that stretched out from New Texas and
went to all the major planets in the Neuveu Terran sector.
Aled gulped. He knew the mission ahead for him, and he knew he would
never be coming back. He had said goodbye to his family and friends, a
difficult task as only he knew that today he was going to die.
He nodded. "Yes Baddon. I know what I have to do."
Baddon was much older than Aled, and Aled saw him as a father figure.
Someone he believed in and trusted.
"And you know why you are doing it Aled?"
"For the future?" Aled said worried it was some kind of trick
question. "So New Wales can finally get its equal share of the oil?"
"Exactly!"
Aled smiled. But it was baddon's grin that was more worrying, it was
more devious.
Aled was just a naïve teenager. He had only just acquired his space
drivers licence and Baddon had given him a brand new shuttle.
"Then go! Fulfill your destiny!" Aled shook Baddons hand and happily
got into the shuttle loaded with explosives. He took off and headed
towards the planet New Texas.
Baddon grinned again, then walked off with a confident swagger and a
happy whistle. After all, he wasn't committing any crime, no evidence
could implicate him.
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Who: Captain Calvert, Efof Yuwan'Kar, Seymour Niples
Where: Blue Dwarf, Drive Room
When: Same time
Captain Calvert swung his pistol around his finger lazily, whilst full
swing in one of his madcap stories.
"And the I said to him… I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six
shots or only five? And he…"
"Isn't this from a film?" Said Efof.
Calvert shot a dirty look at the mild blue Ffionian and gripped his
handgun tightly. "You questioning me partner? Cos the fella in this
story questioned me, and he's now sleeping with the daisys and pushing
up rattlesnakes!"
"No sir! I just…" then a flashing light on the sensor computer caught
Efof's attention. "Captain! There's a small ship headed for one of the
pipes at …well… a really fast speed!"
"Ah yeah, no biggy."
"But it might crash?"
"People die. Death's the only constant. Life's taught me that. In this
world there's two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns,
and those who dig-"
"And we'll be digging out of a huge mound of proverbial dog doo-doo if
we don't stop that ship – it's a suicide bomber! And it's headed
towards the French oil pipeline!" Shouted Niples, entering the Drive Room.
"I thought we got rid of you!" Said Calvert. "And… did you just say
`dog doo-doo' on mah Bridge? Get out!"
Seymour quickly left before Calvert got his gun out again.
"But thar's one thing I despise more than spineless lilly-livered
cowards like that Nipples fella, and that's the French, and they're
gonna be all over us like flies on mah shit if we don't stop it!"
Efof looked over and saw some flies actually circling the scruffy
Captain right now.
Captain Calvert picked up the comm. phone and rang the Navigation
Department. Peter Marwood being the only one there answered.
"Peter Marwood speaking!" He answered happily.
"Marwood, I don't mean to add pressure to ya fella but there's a
suicide bomber headed towards the French oil pipeline and you've got
TWO MINUTES TO LAUNCH AND SHOOT THE BASTARD DOWN!"
Peter paused for a second as the information sank in then quickly
bolted for the nearest shuttle….
<Tag Peter! You know what to do!>