*Action* - "Helping sometimes earns enemies" pt1

Who: Efof and Mk9
Where: Drive Room
When: Two hours after Mk9 blew up the planet
The Captain had gone to sit in his office about 50 minutes previously,
leaving the entire Blue Dwarf in the incapable hands of Efof and Mk9.
The Drive-Room was in chaos. Paper littered the floor. Coffee cups had
spilled their contents over desks, and crisp packets had been clumsily
emptied over keyboards.
"Okay launch me another!" said Efof excitedly swinging around a foam
baseball bat.
"Ready… ready… here it is!" Said Mk9 as he fired a foam baseball out
of his rocketlauncher hand. The ball flew across the Drive-Room
towards the alien, who swung with his bat and struck the ball, sending
it sailing straight past Mk9's reach and hitting a computer screen at
the back. The screen cracked and a red warning light flashed.
"Oh no what did I break this time!" Panicked Efof.
"Ah just the gravity controls for the medi-bay, I nobody can prove its
us."
"Cool, bowl me another!" Said Efof.
"Not right now…" Said Mk9, looking away as if distracted. He pointed
to the firewire cable that still connected him to the tactical
computer. "I'm picking up some ships incoming."
"Is it Jay and Marwoods ships?" Efof asked.
"It can't be, they're not due back for another hour or so. They could
be hostile… BOGIES INBOUND BOGIES INBOUND!" he called out.
Efof checked his nose and reached for a tissue.
"No, we have enemies incoming! They're headed straight for us with
weapons running hot – go call the Captain." Said Mk9.
Efof gulped, he knocked on the door to the Captains office. "Captain?"
He called.
Under normal circumstances he would never enter the Captains office
without permission, but this looked like an emergency. He opened the
door and he could see in the semi-darkness Captain Jed laid back in
his chair, asleep, with whiskey spilled all over him.
Efof came out again and faced Mk9. "He's drunk."
"So? We need some command orders, what do we do?"
"Erm… I dunno. I'll try waking him."
Efof darted back in Jeds office and gingerly poked the Captain.
"Captain Jed sir… are you awake? We've got enemies inbound…"
Captain Jeds eyes opened with a start "We're being bushwhacked?"
"No sir… we're under attack."
"Same difference kiddo, now git outta mah way an' let me git t'mah
Drive-Room!"
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Who: Jay and Dr Keto
Where: The Phoenix, Flying low over New François
When: Same time
"I hate you" Said Dr Keto for what seemed like the millionth time. No,
it probably WAS the millionth time.
Armies of rampaging chickens below them looked up.
"Quiet or I'll drop you off and let you administer the cure personally
to these thousands of chickens." After a pause he added "I'm glad
we're doing this the easy way, just drop a few canisters in the oceans
and reservoirs, easy days work really."
"You might want to tell that to Marwood." Dr keto said pointing ahead,
Marwood's Space Eagle swooped low through a valley and dropped a
canister on a house, destroying several chickens.
Efof rolled his eyes. He radioed Marwoods ship. "Peter…" he began.
"I know, I know…" Said Marwood before Jay could say anything. "My
trigger finger slipped!"
Jay dropped his payload in a reservoir and pulled a tight turn to head
them back inland.
"How long will the cure take to work?"
"It should be fairly instant." Said Dr Keto. "And I encased the cure
in a retrovirus of sorts, the cure should spread even more quickly
than the virus did in the first place."
Jay looked out of the window, the chickens by the coast were already
spasming and loosing their feathers, turning back into a humanoid shape.
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Who: Captain Jed, Efof and Mk9
Where: Drive Room
When: Same Time
Efof fellowed Jed out of his untidy office into the untidy Drive-Room.
Anyone else would have probably questioned the Captains ability to
command after a bottle of whiskey, but Efof was a happy go lucky kind
of guy, and didn't want to make a fuss.
"So whut we got?" Jed demanded.
"Seven ships are headed towards us, all seem to be heavily armed, but
they seem to be robotic – with no crew."
"Well who in tarnation is corntrollin' them?!"
Mk9 scanned around "There's a large ship a few hundred clicks away, it
just launched a few more of the fighters."
"Is it close enough t'shoot?" Said Jed.
"No, its too far for me to hit with the Blue Dwarf's turrets. We'd
have to send out a wing of Space Eagles to pick it off."
"Do it. An' make sho'nuff yo' shoot all of them ships down ya hear?"
"Aye!" Said Mk9. He activated the Blue Dwarf;s turrets and prepared to
open fire. He then nodded to Efof who was already on the phone to the
Flight Deck.
"Hello Flight Deck? I'd like a large pepperoni with extra cheese… only
joking, I'd like a wing of Space Eagles to go please!"
Reuben turned to the Captain. "One more thing… look at the hull
markings on the ships." He put a zoomed image of the incoming ships on
screen. They were covered in swastika markings.
Jed's thoughts flicked back to the book that Marwood and Kevn had
found with the plans to wipe out New François with the Chicken Flu virus.
"God dadburned it. ah wonnered when we'd see these guys. They didn't
want us t'cure New François!"
< OOC – Reuben could you shoot those ships down, any pilots around can
you chase and destroy the ship controlling them and destroy it please! >