Re: Good (Murderous) Dog

Who: Captain Jed
Where: Drive Room
When: During the madness in the cargo bay
Jed stepped over the wreckage that used to be the Drive room, even his
Captain's chair had been reduced to charcoal. There were people
running around trying to fix it quickly before Jed had another mood swing.
Jed walked over and people physically flinched as if he was going to
him them. Jed swaggered though with apparent calm patience towards one
man. "So why's it tekkin so long pardner?"
The weedy man with dirt on his face looked up from his kneeling
position and showed Jed two wires.
"Well… this serial port doesn't connect to this USB cable."
Jed shrugged. "Just fix it." He said firmly.
"But… I can't. They just don't go together."
"Just fix it." Jed said, again firmly and authoritatively.
"But…this is a serial port… and this is USB."
"Fix it."
"But look… this big clumsy port is a serial port… and this thin narrow
port is USB."
Jed calmly removed a pistol from his pouch and pressed it deep into
the man's temple. He gulped in fear, but yet could not give Jed a more
clear explanation.
"This…" he waved his left hand. "Is a serial port…"
Before he waved his right hand, Jed said again with a tone far more
aggravated this time. "FIX IT!"
The man was taken aback, and looked at the two very different cable
types in his hand, then back up at Jed. Jed's eyes widened and he
nodded towards the man, who looked back at the two cables in his hands.
There was no way out, he had a man pointing a gun at his head, so
slowly, ever so slowly he brought the two cables together under the
watchful eye of the forceful Captain. He held them together and looked
back up to the Captain who looked satisfied and put his gun away.
"Good. I'm glad we're on the same wavelength." He said, and swaggered
out of the room retaining his feeling of authority over the workers in
the room.
Jed headed towards his favourite sleazy watering holes down at the
sleazy-end of the promenade. He had to duck into a darkened side room
to avoid a couple of prancing peewee robots who were playing cowboys
and Indians with two scutters whilst patrolling the deck.
Jed wandered through the semi-darkness and felt something. Jed always
claimed that he had a sixth-sense for danger, although it was more
likely wind, or his liver complaining from years of heavy drinking.
His "sense" alerted him now.
"Captain Calvert." Said a voice from the darkness.
The voice sounded intimidating, but Calvert took this, like most
situations in his stride. "Howdy pardner." He called out neutrally,
but putting his hands on his twin-pistols.
A figure stepped out of the darkness. "My name is Dr Norbin."
Jed scowled. "And whut business you be doing on mah ship?"
<tag Barf, you said Dr Norbin (not the clone) was headed to see the
Captain!>