RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Re: Concussion

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-----Original Message-----From: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com [mailto:JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of bringmetoitalySent: 16 August 2006 04:36To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Re: Concussion

Who: Keto Jay and NikolaWhere: Onboard the Phoenix, heading towards the Blue Dwarf's landing bayWhen: A few minutes after the last post<snip>> "Just get me back to my medibay," he hissed grouchily, casting an> irritated glare at the back of Jay's head. When he didn't turn> around, Keto shifted his glare to Nikola, who was likewise not at all> bothered to look at the concussed doctor.> > "Cretins," Keto murmured to himself.</snip>It was truly an amazing sight. What would normally be considerered somewhat large ships were dwarfed by the BD's immense, hulking mass as they were flying into its bowels. Heck, any one of those ships could be smeared across the ramscoops and no-one would even notice. Except, maybe, the pilot. These thoughts, as well as many others, were swarming the recesses of Nikola's mind as he saw the Blue Dwarf draw nearer and nearer. With Jay concentrating on landing and the doctor half concious (he didn't really think Keto'd be up for small talk anyway), there wasn't anyone to really talk to.When the ship finally touched home, Nikola was betrayed by his own body: He had neglected the fact that he wasn't used to fast movements, especially space travel. He felt light-headed and all his muscles went weak. He quickly held his forehead and clenched onto his stomach. He could not take the wraith of his abused insides, however, and he fell to his knees. "Oh, maaaan," Nikola shuddered as he slowly clambered his way back up. "I need to find a trash can. You can go ahead and get Doc Keto to wherever he needs to go.""I'm not escorting him all the way back to the medi-bay! I'm in a smegging wheelchair!" was Jay's response. As much as he'd love dragging Keto halfway across the ship by the feet, it would only make his sitiuation worse."Fine. I'll *gulp* be right back." Nikola shifted his right hand from his forehead to his mouth as he staggered down an open corridor, his eyes darting in search of a recepticle.All the while, Keto was somewhat awake, but fully aware of what was happening. "I hope that miserable creature has pneumonia," he scalded.