Nefarious person's anonymous

Who: Captain Jed Calvert, Dr Keto, Shakespeare and the evil Dr Norbin
Where: The Captain's quarters apparently
When: After Keto and Shakespeare were grabbed by the machine arm
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"Why can't he just die?" Norbin rhetorically asked as he continued to
pressing buttons here and there. "No worry, though. He still needs to
get through my clones."
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"Look feller, I know things are looking up for you an' everythin',
with me sticking this gorram gun to my hown darned head, and these
two morons all tied up in yer weird-ass mysterious robot claw – but
ah's tellin' ya, you're not having mah ship!"
"Well we'll see about that shall we." Said Dr Norbin mysteriously and
laughed evilly.
"Oh we shall will we?" Said Keto mysteriously and laughed evilly.
"Yes we'll see alright." Said Calvert mysteriously and laughed
evilly.
For a short while everyone laughed evilly, apart from Shakespeare who
glanced from Keto, to Calvert, to Dr Norbin.
After a minute, Dr Norbin had been evilly out-laughed by Calvert and
Keto that he looked a little shaken up. He desperately tried to claw
back some power over them and pointed an accusing finger at the
Captain. "Well… we'll see about it anyway!"
"Oh we shall will we?" Said Keto mysteriously and laughed evilly.
"Alright once is enough!" Said Calvert, never taking his eyes off
Norbin.
Calvert was a firm believer in staring his enemy in the eye to freak
him out. The last person to suffer a full eye-stare from his was
still locked up in a padded cell somewhere.
Norbin looked Jed straight in the eyes, and despite the fact the man
was pointing a gun at his own head, his knees started to shake. When
he spoke, it was in a cracked, slightly nervous voice.
"So Captain, there must be a way to bypass the security procedures
Dent has put in place to stop me from using your light-speed drive.
Tell me, or I will force that gun to your head to shoot!"
"Actually, it's whut we call a `wormhole drive'". Jed said proudly.
He then turned to Keto to make sure he got it correct. Keto gave him
a thumbs up.
"And yer not gettun ya darned hands on it!" Jed said. "It can only be
used by someone with th' co'reck fingerprint identificashun, th'
chief ingineer an' me."
"Finger print identification?" Exclaimed Norbin. "That seems a bit
high-tech for this ship doesn't it?"
"Pff, shows whut you know. We picked up two fo' one at the Lidl at
th' last spaceport we passed."
Norbin fumed. "Is this true?!" He asked Keto and Shakespeare.
"Don't ask me!" Keto fired back. "I don't shop at Lidl!"
"In that case if you won't help me I'll need your finger…" Dr Norbin
said, stepping closer to Calvert.
Jed took his chance. He had a gun forced at his head, but his legs
were free. He callously kicked Norbin between the legs. The Doctor
went down like a sack of potatoes, and Calvert slammed his gun
against a wall to shatter the metal holding it against his head. Dr
Norbin still writed in agony on the floor, he showed no sign of
getting up for at least another few minutes.
He looked at Norbin, and then at Shakespeare and Keto, who were
securely held in place by the metallic arm. "Well I'm sorry pardners
but if I always like to escape alone, you know how it is."
"But wait!" Said Keto. "He'll come after you as soon as he gets up,
you can't just leave us here – especially not next to HIM!"
Shakespeare looked sheepish.
Calvert looked over at Norbin, he was about to stand up. "Alright,
yer right."
He picked up a broken pipe and smashed them free, then pushed Keto
and Shakespeare onto Dr Norbin, making them all fall over together.
Calvert gave them all a quick finger salute and ran off as fast as
his bowed cowboy legs could take him.
"What a coward! You have a coward as a Captain!" Said Dr Norbin.
"Whut was that?" Said Calvert, appearing again at the doorway. "No, I
jus' went to pick up something non-metallic to whack yer hide with!"
He brandished a rough wooden plank and slapped Dr Norbin around the
room.
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