*Action* - "Those who were once friends"
Jed sat slumped in his chair, head in one hand, and pistol in the
other limp by his side. Infront of him was the communications console,
with a whiny little rich boy screaming at him, for rear-ending him
with a massive mining vessel, and thus leaving a slight blue streak or
paint transfer across the back of it from where the ram scoop had
clipped it.
"Yer, look pal. Ah don' know wha' ta tell ya."
"Fine, prepare to be boarded!" came the reply from the guy who we
shall call Ian for no reason other than it's one letter away from Iran.
Jed was at that moment called over to the navigation console.
"Look at this, sir. Our sensors are picking up about 9 ships docking
with us. The IFF transponders read as ships belonging to the Greater
Union Lawyer Sect."
"Aw Christ!" yelled Jed "The sonofabitch lawyered up."
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Seymour stepped out of the ludicrous bunny ship, with the portable
terminal containing Mk.9's AI and memories under one arm.
"I swear, this is getting really repetitive." muttered Seymour under
his breath, as he headed towards the exit of the hangar to take the
terminal to Rufus. A low rumble caused him to look behind himself, in
time to see the lawyer ships land and unload dozens of lawyers each.
They all charged towards the exits.
Seymour was in no way a great authority on anything, but if there was
one thing he knew for sure, it was to run away when you have lawyers
running at you. So he did.
He lost them pretty soon, they were more interested in causing trouble
on the bridge. Of course, he didn't know that, and kept running the
whole way. He passed the medibay just in time to see Keto and Harris
get spewed out of a localised quantum storm, and within' a few minutes
was panting and heaving on Rufus' door.
At this junction, Rufus felt the need to head down to the Promenade to
do some grocery shopping. He hit the open button, and as the door
opened Seymour fell through in a big heap, over a very unsuspecting Rufus.
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A short explanation later, and yes I'm too lazy to type it, Rufus was
preparing everything for the transfer.
"You're lucky, pal. I just completed the new prototype Pee Wee design
based off of your Mk.7 chassis, but I guess you'll be wanting to use
it now."
The body that stood before him was similar to the pee wees in general
shape, but somewhat taller, and with advanced anti-grav systems used
for the joints.
About half-way through the transfer, the entire ship rocked violently
and knocked the transfer cable out of the terminal. Rufus panicked and
after replacing the cable ran to the window to find out what had
happened. He pressed his face against the cold glass and strained to
see what had happened. He strained to see a small fleet of tow ships
dragging the mighty 'Dwarf, presumably to an impound lot.
Mk.10 came online while Rufus was still looking at the tow ships, and
felt a strange rush of hatred come over himself. He had died. Again.
Noone needs that kinda thing. But this was different. Mk' was always
accepting of these sorts of things, but the normal laid-back mental
blocks seemed missing, or at least corrupted. He sneered, grabbed a
railgun he saw laying on a workbench, and ran out of the room.
"Ok, let's see how they like it for a change." snarled Mk.10, and
signalled to all pee wees and scutters to take up arms.
"I'm not gonna be used any more."
<tag guys. Not only are we under full assault by a task force of
lawers, but Mk.10 is now evil, dangerous, and has total control of
shipboard robotics>