Basterd French

Who: Mk.8
Where: Hangar
When: A while after the French had docked
After hearing of the arrival of the French search teams, Mk.8 had
made his way back to the hangar. He had been in the promenade, the
hole created by the now partially towed away Raven making it a short
trip. Mk.8 was a very agreeable person, if a little cynical, and he
got along with most people. However, he was also a devout patriot.
Having adopted Australia as his country of origin, this did not put
the French in very good standing with him. He watched them
disembark, and someone try to board a Blue Midget, while a small
dorid snuck behind the French guard. Mk.8's history and patriotic
cirsuits united their hatred towards the French, causing Mk.8 to
slowly put away one of his guns, and slowly pull out his katana.
"Bloody basterd French."
He thought of how they tested their nuclear weapons on Austalian
soil. Of the huge glowing craters that still remain.
He pulled out a small device from a compartment on his person, and
attached it to a launcher built into the hilt of his katana.
It was a rather small bomb, but when dealing in nuclear devices,
size makes little difference.
At that moment he snapped back to reality, and disarming himself,
breifly applied overide codes to his patriotism chip.
At that moment, a French guard holding a geiger counter ran over to
him.
"Ze radiation levels are coming from over here!"
"...shit" said Mk.8, hurridly making his way into the corridors and
moving towards engineering, the French hot on his trail.
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Mk.8 entered engineering. He looked up at the large reactor core of
BLue Dwarf.
"THis ought to provide adequate cover." he said softly to himself.
The French burst in, and the geiger counters suddenly went insane,
several of them exploding.
"Damn, zeese filthy American-made pig-dog junk!" cursed one of the
French, and they wandered off, deciding the paperwork required to
make the report would be far too troublesome.
"Phew!" thought Mk.8 "Lucky the tech's havn't properly sealed that
baby properly yet."
He patted the core breifly, and headed towards his hole in the wall
at the back of Severn's 'workshop'.
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Mk.8 floated past Seymours room, the door to which was still ajar.
"Hmm, havn't heard much of his bitching recently." He said out loud,
several people overhearing this and running into his room to steal
as much as possible.
Mk.8 accessed the BD archives and noted that he had left to the
French capitol for diplomatic reasons, and had not been back for
three days.
"Mhmm, probably getting real friendly with the prats too. All the
same, I should tell someone in the chain of command about this when
the French bugger off."
<to be continued!/?>