Secret Weapon

Chrysler moved slowly along a darkened corridor in the ships cargo decks.
His eyes darting from left to right, seeking out any movement in the shadows
that could give away a death-wielding scutter, peewee, or blender.
It was bad enough that the ship had been almost completley overrun by
machines, it was made worse that Jay had the distinct feeling he was being
followed.
He heard a noise, something metal hitting the floor, so he turned his head
quickly in the direction the noise had come from, behind him, and threw the
light from his shoulder-lamp towards it. A can of Chicken soup rolled into
the corridor from the doorway to a nearby food-store. Jay, as quietly as he
could moved toward the door, his left hand hovering over the handle of his
holstered hand-gun on his hip. He stepped into the doorway and looked around
the room, his shoulder lamp automatically following his gaze. A single rat
got caught in the beam, on a shelf to Jay's right, from which the soup can
had obviosuly fallen.
Jay took a sigh of relief, and leant back against the wall, helping himself
to a Ginsters Sausage Roll on a nearby shelf.
He didn't have far to go now til his destination, and when he got there.
Mk.10 was in trouble.
Another noise disturbed him. Dropping his Sausage Roll he again reached for
his weapon and peered out into the corridor. A gunshot rang out, and a
bullet zipped toward him. "SMEG!" he yelled, pulling his head back in, just
in time to see the bullet sail into a giant bag of popcorn.
He drew his gun, and again tried to leave the pantry, but only managed to
make it to the other side of door, seeing this time a group of five
Pee-wee's, armed to the teeth who instantly opened fire on him.
Jay switched off his lamp, and then, confident that there wa sntohing to
give away what he was looking at gazed around the room for an idea.
Of course! The shelf on which the tins were kept! He drew his gun, and shot
out the shelf supports causing it to collapse and sending dozens of tin cans
to the floor, rolling out into the corridor.
The Pee-wees, notoriously unsteady on their feet each stepped on the tins,
which immediatley rolled out from beneath them, causing them to topple
backward, onto their backs, a position from which they were unable to
rectify themselves.
He dashed out of the room quickly, while they were distracted and fired off
a round into each machines cpu-housing, stopping them all dead.
He waited a few seconds with his gun raised, then, satisfied that they were
disabled continued toward his destination, now more determined than ever.
15 minutes later, Jay got to the end of another corrider and blew the dust
of a security panel, into which he tapped in a code. Only two people on the
entire ship had ever had access to this room, himself, and the ex-chief
engineer. Chris Zodar. The door slid aside, the internal lights of the room
flickered into light illuminating the rooms only occupant.
The E.V.E-1 Battlesuit.
Jay had recently spent weeks upgrading the suits weapons systems, and it was
now more deadly than ever before. Clambering into the cockpit, Jay powered
up the suit.
"Mk.10!" he said into it's internal communcations system, which he'd patched
into the ships intercom "I'm coming for you you metal son of a bitch-droid!"
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