Medical Conventions

Who: Doctor Keto, Captain Calvert, Doctor Norbin, Doctor Shakespeare
Where: The Blue Dwarf. I mean, really.
When: Oh come on.
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<<SNIP>>
"Hi," Keto said brightly, "THIS guy thinks your brains are the size of
damaged eggs!"
And then he turned and ran.
<<END SNIP>>
Keto had sped down the corridor away from the skutters and Shakespeare
until he was running out of breath and began wheezing. He paused and
leaned against one side of the corridor. The skutters must be miles
away by now.
And then he remembered that Shakespeare would probably be running
after him.
He stopped running again about twenty minutes later, eyes wide with
terror and face flushed, gasping for air.
It was at this point that he realised that he still had no idea where
he was. Blind panic and fear of Shakespeare were not the best guides
around a city-sized starship.
Keto looked around. He was in...a corridor. Good start. Not the
most informative of starts, but not too worrying. Corridors, by and
large, were safe.
He looked up. The ceiling was lined with hatches and lights. Not
enthralling, and with very few clues as to where precisely he might be.
He looked down. His shoes were scuffed.
"Dammit," he muttered, before his eyes lit upon the small bulkhead set
into the wall, "Aha!"
He undid the security bolts holding the service bulkhead in place,
unscrewed the locking bolt and swung the bulkhead door open, peering
in. A deep vertical shaft was revealed behind it.
"Hmm," Keto said, leaning forwards and craning his neck to look up and
down the inside of the shaft, "Well, I could climb up or down this
and, no doubt, it would lead me to somewhere else...but good or bad?
No, better to stay in this dull-yet-safe corridor, until I can..."
Any further musings were cut short as Keto suddenly heard the
unmistakeable sound of a skutter rolling down the corridor in the
distance, let out a yelp, and jumped into the shaft.
He fell for a moment, losing all grip on the sheer inside of the
shaft, and had just taken a breath to scream vengeance against all
internal service shaft wall designers when, suddenly, he crashed
through a hatchway and slammed into the floor.
"Ouch," he groaned, managing to force one eyelid open.
<<SNIP>>
As soon as Doctor Norbin finished the sentence, Jed's gun seemed to
grow tentacles and wrap around his wrist. The captain tried to
struggle, but the gun was alive and forcing his arm to make the gun
point at his head. "I would move unless told otherwise," said Norbin.
"We wouldn't want you to pull the trigger, now would we?"
<<END SNIP>>
Doctor Norbin and Captain Calvert stared down at the suddenly-arrived
Keto, Calvert's gun twitching in his hand. Keto made an effort to
stand up, leading to an audible crack from his left ankle. Air
whistled between his teeth.
"Who," he managed after trying to compose himself for a moment, "Is
this idiot?"
"I am Doctor Norbin," hissed Doctor Norbin, "And you should be more
polite."
"I meant the other idiot," muttered Keto. Calvert glared at him.
"I'm yer captain!" he snapped, trying to keep one eye on his gun,
which seemed to be trying to decide which was the bigger threat -
Calvert, or the new arrival.
"Oh. Of course. Mind like a sieve," replied Keto, "Not to put too
fine a point on it, but you seem to have a problem with your hand."
"It's tryin' ta shoot me," admitted Calvert, "And I'm tryin' not ta
let it."
"I'm assuming you're not currently taking bets," said Keto, raising an
eyebrow at Norbin, "And I'm assuming you had something to do with
this. I'd be impressed, if I wasn't so curious as to who this new
doctor is, who appears to be operating within my medical domain
without my consent."
"Ah don't think this is'n official operation," pointed out Calvert, as
Norbin and Keto glared at each other.
"So tell me," continued Keto, "What brings you aboard my mediba...uh,
aboard this ship? Because, I should point out, there's only room for
one evil doctor around here."
There was a sudden scream from above, and Shakespeare fell through the
ceiling, impacting just to the left of Keto.
"TWO evil doctors," corrected Keto.
"I be'est not evil..." groaned a voice from ground level.
"ONE evil doctor and ONE irritating moron," corrected Keto again,
grinding his teeth, "Either way, you're practicing medicine...or, at
least, medical torture...aboard the ship where I'm Chief Medical
Officer. So, answer me this..."
He leaned in towards Norbin.
"...what's my percentage?" he murmured.
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OOC: Tag people. ;)
- Chris (JHXMT)