Seymour - "Blackmailed!" pt1

<tag from ages ago>
Keto took a second, much smaller vial of the liquid out of his
laboratory coat
pocket.
"And this," he murmured to himself, "Is for our dear ambassador. One
drop in his chicken water, and he'll return to being human. Naked,
vulnerable and locked away in a cage, but human."
Keto paused, then stopped to grab a camera before heading for the door.
"Naked, vulnerable, locked away in a cage and subject to blackmail,
but human," he corrected himself as the door slid shut behind him.
<end tag from ages ago>
Who: Dr Keto and Seymour (still a chicken!)
Where: Brig, Blue Dwarf
When: During Shore leave
Curing Seymour wasn't on Dr Keto's priority list. Seymour wasn't
exactly one of the doctor's favourite people, but then again who was?
Seymour still had the bizarre Chicken disease that has since been
cured on the planet of New François, Keto had studied the effects of
the disease on Seymour but had been reluctant to cure him …until now.
Dr Keto entered the brig and through the bars put a small plastic tray
of medicine. The feathered Seymour strutted over, and looked sideways
at the liquid, then clucked happily and pecked at it, taking the
liquid in small beakfulls.
After finishing the liquid, Seymour strutted around for half a minute,
then collapsed to the floor flapping his wings.
Hi feathers soon dropped off, and soon the animal writhing in agony on
the floor was not a chicken anymore, it was a human. A naked
vulnerable Royal Ambassador.
The first thing that Seymour saw as his eyes blurred back into focus,
(the power of thought only returning back to him mere moments before)
was a large spherical object.
"Is that an egg?" he paused, checking himself. "How the bloody hell
did I manage to lay and egg?"
The second thing that caught his attention was the clicking of a camera.
Seymour soon stood up as he saw Dr Keto stood at the other side of the
room pointing a digital camera at him, and taking photos whilst
deliberately looking away from the ghastly sight.
"I say…" started Seymour, confused at the situation he was in. "I say…
What are you doing there? Why are you taking photos of me whilst I'm…"
a chill hit his skin. "…NAKED?! Oh dear God!"
He quickly looked around for something to cover himself up with, but
in his cell there was nothing apart from the large egg he seemed to
have laid. He quickly picked it up and used it to cover his manhood.
"Listen! This is undignified… taking photos of a Royal Ambassador.
Especially when it's THIS cold in here!"
He looked down at his shrunken manhood and frowned. There was a click.
"STOP IT! I command you in the name of the Queen to stop this right
now and explain yourself!"
Dr Keto put the camera down and walked towards him.
"You'll never get away with this Doctor!" shouted Seymour. "I'll make
sure everyone knows how much of a pervert you are!"
Keto raised and eyebrow in a cocky manner and said calmly and softly
"No Seymour, I'm not a pervert. This is all however part of my master
plan."
"What? What plan?"
Keto picked up the camera and wirelessly copied the files onto a
wall-mounted computer screen. Seymour could see the files being placed
in email browsers.
Keto sat down on a well placed chair in the corner of the room. He
crossed his legs, interlaced his fingers and looked smug.
"You have a choice Seymour. I can email these files to everyone you
know, including the galaxy's most reputable (and most disreputable)
newspapers. The entire galaxy can see embarrassing photos of the
Queen's favourite Ambassador sprawled naked on a cell floor."
Seymour winced. Seymour was a man with a lot of pride, for some reason
he was under some delusional impression that just because he is
employed by the Queen of England, he is some kind of respected public
figure. This kind of public embarrassment for him was worse than death.
"…or… " Keto continued. "…You could help me with what I ask."
Seymour would never hold out well under torture. Almost immediately he
would rather do the second option. Blackmail didn't mean so much to
him, but public humiliation was something he would do anything to avoid.
"What do you want me to do…" he asked, almost as if it was a chore
rather than blackmail.
Keto leaned forward in his chair. Still looking smug as he held all
the cards. He spoke slowly, as if to prolong Seymour's humiliation and
time as Keto's prisoner for as long as possible.
"You have a lot of influence with the Queen… "
"So?"
"Young Queen Brittany, despite being despised by most of the galaxy's
population – who think she's pointless and nothing more than a Paris
Hilton-esque celebrity, actually has a lot of power, a lot of
influence, and a LOT of money."
"With all due respect Doctor, as much of a respected individual I am
with the young Queen, I don't think I could get you to be crowned
monarch quite so easily."
"No, no Seymour. Whilst I would love the power that the throne brings,
I know that this would be far too hard for you."
Seymour harrumphed.
"What I want…. Is this….." Keto pointed out of the window.
He realised Seymour couldn't see until he let him out of the prison
enclosure, so unlocked the door and passed him some trousers to put
on. Seymour gladly put the clothes on and looked out of the window
with him.
"You want… that?!"
Keto was pointing to a rather large personal cruise ship. It was
curvy, it was sleek, it looked stupidly expensive, and was painted in
Union Jack colours. It was Queen Brittany's personal cruiser.
"It's hideous!" Said Seymour. "Look at that tacky paint! Yes its good
to be proud of ones nation, but that thing looks like a chav's holiday
pants!"
"Look beyond the paintword Seymour! I've been researching it, it's the
most luxurious spacecraft ever made, oak panels, cocktail lounges,
several ballrooms, hyper FTL-drive, and a COMPETANT internal
navigation computer, not like Holly." He paused as he looked at it.
"Admittedly it'd need a re-spray after you steal it for me."
Seymour was about to nod then caught up with the conversation. "Steal
it? Me? No no no, you must have me confused with some kind of criminal!"
"It makes sense Seymour , who else would be able to get on there
without arousing suspicion? You're a Royal Ambassador!"
"But I don't know the first thing about stealing ships!" The ponsy
Ambassador admitted.
"You're resourceful, plus…" Keto pointed to the screen. "The email
addresses have already been entered, all I have to do is give Holly
the go ahead and he'll email the photo's to everyone."
Seymour sighed. "I'll do it." He said, kicking the floor with his feet.
< OOC - to be continued! >