Re: *Action* - \"Find the Recipe\" or \"A recipe for Disaster\"

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Who: Amber's Team
Amber flew her Hymenoptera-designed ship the Vespidae. Instead of the Hymenoptera smell-controlled ships they had encountered before, Amber's ship was controlled by voice. Although it still had the smell receptors.
"Oi, Callum get out of the cockpit, your BO is knocking the sensors out!"
Callum whinged about the hold being too cramped and went back to sit with Dr Keto, Peter Marwood, and Mel Stratum.
It was tight in Amber's small ship and everyone was being thrown around by Amber's driving. Peter Marwood found himself uncomfortably sinking into the squishy, fleshy walls and hoped the flight would be over soon.
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Who: Peter Marwood
Where: Aboard the Vespidae
When: As the Vespidae is leaving Blue Dwarf
Nursing the headache brought on by a mixture of stress, lack of sleep and cheap Welsh food, Peter was sat in the cramped, organic rear section of Amber`s ship, the Vespidae. After spending half the night delivering stolen goods to Welsh Terrorists, he was looking to spend the preceding 18 or so hours asleep, only to be woken after barely 6 by Holly explaining to him Amber wanted to see him in Shuttle Bay 2 by 09:00 hours. Arriving there, he found Doctor Keto, "CK" Kochanski and some angry looking brunette waiting for him. Amber had given them a brief outline of their mission, to find some Mush-a-Roo's on New Australia and collect their spores, before sending them back to their respective quarters and offices to gather whatever supplies would be necessary. Peter had just picked up a sub-machine gun from the Security Office and filled a thermos flask with a hot toddy mixture to help wake himself up.
"So, who are you?" Peter asked the brunette sitting opposite him, his condition had also taken away his tact.
The brunette gave him a look which would have made Satan himself shiver, but Peter just returned her glare.
"If you really want to know, the name's Mel. Mel Stratum." she said, in a voice that managed to be both seductive and threatening.
"Oh right, I'm Peter Marwood, most people just call me….Peter Marwood" said Peter, his wit and charm going down in flames.
"Wow, I feel so much better for knowing that" she snapped sarcastically, Peter finally getting the idea he should shut up.
Peter, being a pilot himself, was never one to be comfortable when being a passenger. He attempted to make conversation with both Amber and Keto, the latter he didn't know very well, but both had failed - All he got from Amber was that their flight would be another 2 hours at maximum speed, and from Keto all he had got was a snappy put down and derivative look.
"Anyone for travel scrabble?" he heard CK say, and holding a miniature scrabble board.
It was going to be a long flight.
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