Seymour, Rufus + Rosette - "The Auxiliary mining deck"

Who: Seymour, Rufus and Rosette
Where: Auxiliary mining deck
When: After entering the deck
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"Have you ever wanted to get rid of Seymour?" she asked, receiving a
nod in reply. "I was hoping it was that way." she added, smiling.
The two began to make a move towards the proper exit, using Seymour
as a decoy.
</snip>
Seymour wandered around the deck with his hands in his pockets,
whistling softly. His hands were in his pockets for two reasons, it
gave the impression he was actually calm and relaxed whereas he was
actually terrified of a large robotic monster with powerdrills and
chainsaws for arms jumping out and shredding him into linguine. The
other reason was it stopped his hands from getting dirty. The deck
was extremely filthy with dust as thick as a snowfall. This made
sense, as Seymour couldn't remember when the last time this ship
actually did any mining.
Seymour tred carefully, not wanting to kick up any dust, he knew it
would stick to his suit and be a nightmare to get out. Especially as
the only dry-cleaners on the ship were far lacking his own highly
unobtainable standard.
He didn't notice that he was walking a slightly different way to
Rufus and Rosette, he didn't notice the crack team of small peewee
robots that Mk10 had sent after them, and he definately didn't notice
the slight whirring sound of machinery and movement in the shadows.
He did however notice a crease in his cuff, and promised himself he
would iron it out later.
The mood was tense, the deck was cold, dark, and echoey. The sound of
dripping water and oil echoed around the place, almost drowning out
the sound of machine joints creaking into life.
"What was that?" Seymour turned round, expecting to see Rufus and
Rosette, but instead seeing nothing but darkness. Another sound made
him turn again, this time he was Rufus and Rosette waving to him from
the far side of the room, their bodies mere silouhettes from the exit
light behind them.
"Coo-ey!" Rosette shouted.
"Damn you nits!" Seymour ssaid angrily. "You made me walk the wrong
way!"
They were luckily too far to hear his muttering.
A normal person would have ran over to them, anything to get off this
creepy deck, but Seymour merely hunched up his trousers from the
knees and took tiny footsteps through the dirt towards them.
"What is he doing?" Said Rosette, watching Seymour waddle like a
duck. Then she saw something. It was a machine that crawled like no
machine should, especially one of that size. It crawled off the
ceiling and down the wall.
"What are they waving for, I can see them!" Seymour said to himself
angrily, looking down to wipe some dirt from his unnaturally white
sock. The ground shudded and he looked up.
It looked like a monster made of giant lego technic.
It was the size of a Starbug, but was as ergonomic as one of those
cranes they use on building sites. It pivoted in all the wrong
places, making it look awkward and clumsy. It was currently crouched,
but slowly started crawling towards him.
Seymour turned, hunched his trousers up again, and started to walk
off taking more tiny footsteps, this time slightly faster and more
panicked. He looked behind him, the huge monster was gaining. It
pulled itself forward with it's beastly fists smashing the ground.
Seymour clenched his teeth together and waddled faster, his tiny
footsteps not taking him far or fast.
Seymour didn't normally thing fast, but when he heard a chainsaw-arm
being thrust toward him from behind, he ducked and let it sail over
his head, missign him by inches.
"Good god!" he said. Then in his head, a sensible voice told him that
it was no good having clean trouser heels if he was dead. This was a
momentous achievement for Seymour, his cowardice overcame his vanity.
He dropped his hold on his trousers and let them touch the filthy
floor. It was just at the right time as the mining robot lifted it's
meaty fist off the ground, and brought it down towards him. This time
it wasn't a chainsaw being brandished, it was a sharp spinning drill.
Seymour dived to one side to avoiud being impaled. Thick dust stuck
to the back and shoulder of his jacket. The voice in his head now
told him not to overdo it, if he did survive he still had to get the
jacket dry cleaned.
Seymour ran for cover, he ran towards a large cylindrical silo, with
a thick pipe running horizontal to it, just above seymour's head.
Seymour hid under the cover.
"Aha, I'll be safe here for a while…" he said. "…unless the robot
rips the pipe apart." He said, as the robot wasted no time exposing
him.
A small ladder around the back of the cyclindrical silo was Seymour's
only immediate escape. He climbed up with the robot pounding the
bottom of the silo, making Seymour's soft hands have trouble clinging
onto the greasy rungs.
He reached the top and laid down for a little rest. The top was
rounded and smooth, seymour guessed it was for containing a liquid or
gas of some kind. He made careful effort not to slide off the smooth
surface as he gasped and panted, then coughed profusely as all the
dry dust in the air got into his lungs.
He opened his eyes to see the robot scaling the back wall, it climbed
to his heaight, then turned to look at him. Well, "look" is a strong
word. The robot had no head as such, just large shoulders made of
metal girders, and lights for potential eyes.
In an impressive display of mechanical strength, the robot them
lauched itself from the back wall through the air towards Seymour. It
pushed off the wall like a giant ape.
Seymour panicked, and jumped to a large pipe crossing the room at his
height. He fell onto the pipe, daftly letting his ribs take the brunt
of the impact.
The large minig robot had an even worse landing however. The heavy
robot collided with the silo and dented it inward, the momentum then
pushing the several storey object to the floor, where it rolled like
a hundred tonne rolling pin towards Rosette and Rufus.
Rosette and Rufus turned around to quyickly run out of the exit, the
see four assault rifles and one deadly sniper rifle rammed in their
faces from a tiny but elite team of Peewee robots.
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