This will end in tears

Who: Mk.8, Trisees, Jay, Alandra, Dean, and anyone else
Where: Hangar Bay 4
When: About the same time as previous post
Mk.8 had patched up the damage he had incurred, and hurried towards
the hangar. He was not in a terribly good mood. Weaponry had become
his life - it was like a faith for him. Mostly to defend the crew he
had come to love so much, but also because he had a profound interest
in them. However, the real crux of the matter was the fact his entire
right arm was a gun, and had been transported away. He had been able
to grab a spare arm from Rufus, but this didn't improve his mood much.
He entered the hangar, and surveyed the mess of people for any
familiar faces. The first thing he saw was Jay tackling some poor
techie. He continued to look around, and spotted Trisees standing in
the middle just...well, being Trisees.
Mk.8 floated over to him.
"Hey, have they assigned the Starbug's crews yet?" Mk.8 asked
"Not yet." replied Trisees in a very strong French accent.
Mk.8 tried to raise his eyebrows, having forgotten he had none, and
instead ended up making his eye to do a little loop.
Trisees pushed down his collar, and unfastened the strap keeping a
small black device stuck to his neck.
"Yeah, we gotta act French so they've given us these voice modulators."
"Ahh, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. For a moment i
thought you may have had a live carp down your pants. Now that you
mention it, I better adjust my voice too."
Various system commands ran down Mk.8's visor as he cycled through the
avaliable accents.
"There we go" said Mk.8 in a cockney voice.
"Uh, that's not right" said Trisees
"Hmm, bugger, the file has been corrupted. I'll try the manual control."
A small panel opened up on Mk.8's left shoulder blade, and a dial emerged.
"You mind?" asked Mk.8 turning around to allow Trisees access.
"Sure, nothing better to do"
Trisees moved to grab the dial when he noticed the hilt of Mk.8's
katana sticking out of its slot.
"What the hell?! Mk.8, you still have your katana."
"Wha? You're joking!"
Mk.8 drew it out.
"Wow, i guess they thought it was just an oversized pate knife or
something."
Trisees dismissed this, and fiddled with dial.
Of course, as one would imagine, it broke off.
"What 'appened?" asked Mk.8 in a perfect Billy Connolly voice.
Trisees git his teeth and called over to Jay who was talking with Dean
and Alandra.
"SMEGPOT! We may have a problem here!"
"What is it?" Jay called back.
"The droid's voice is stuck to scott."
Jay grinned to himself
"You are ordered to stick to him like glue. Make sure he doesn't run
into any trouble."
"You basterd! You do it!"
"Sorry, can't hear you. I'm busy."
Trisees turned back, smiling inwardly
"I got the one thing on this whole damn ship that is armed in any
way." Trisees muttered to himself.
Mk.8, with his superior hearing overheard this.
"I got a baaaad feeling about this" said Mk.8 aloud.
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