Re: \"The arrival of the Doctor\"

OOC- firstly major apologies to all for my latest disappearance, I am
currently undertaking a 2 yr HND in Electronic and electrical
engineering over 6mnths, so the work load is quite intense. But well
worth it. Thanks to Onion for filling in for me with Dante. Any sorry
and thanks back to the story.
<SNIP>
They threw a weighted net over Seymour, and he fell to a crouching
position.
"Please, just let us take him away." One of them said in a firm voice
to Harris, who was struggling against their clasp. "He has the
disease. It's for everyone's good that we take him to the quarantined
area".
They quickly reversed a large truck up to them and bundled Seymour
into the back.
<END SNIP>
Who: Dante, Chris, Keto and Wildflower.
Where: Shellite marketplace
When: Just as the Dante Vs Shellite's kicked off.
Dante's taught muscles tensed and strained against his turtle suit,
although made to perfection the Morgonian's body seemed to grow
slightly under the suit at there was now little give in the costume.
One of the rather large turtle things had a long staff in his hands,
he approached first, with another Shellite approaching from behind.
The two started circling Dante weapons out, looking menacing. Dante
caught a glimpse of a stall slightly to his left selling silk
cloths. <I think you know what's gonna happen here.> "Just one
minute!" Ignoring the protest's from the group surrounding him, Dante
made a bee line for the silk. At the edge of the now rather large
crowed of Shellite's that had developed around him and his attackers,
he approached the stall, "Can I borrow this for a minute? Now longer
than two I promise!" Dante plucked a orange cloth that was hanging
from the stall, and tied it round his large turtle head, using his
fingers to make two eye holes. "Michelangelo was always my
favourite." he stated more to himself than anything.
He still had his back to them when they attacked. The first landed a
inch prefect strike with the staff to the back of his left knee.
Dante faltered crashing down to one knee. The second strike hit Dante
square in the jaw loosing a tooth, Dante spat it out inside his mask,
a few eye brows were raised to the fact he could talk and spit
without his lips moving but hey!! Dante was ready for the next strike
as the first turtle cam back with his staff aiming to split Dante's
head open. Faster than Mini Phil chasing goats Dante's hands were
above his head grabbing the staff on their way up, the attacker
stalled as the 7ft bulk of Dante rose back on to his feet. A
small "sorry" smirk emanated from the turtles lips, Dante's smirk was
larger but much shorter in duration and not seen under the mask. With
strength equal to the thrust and grip of Mini Phil's grasp on said
goat once caught, Dante flicked the turtle down the street and over
the heads of the Dwarfer's.
As he watched his first victim fly he saw the Dwarfer's turn to face
him, as they did he caught a glimpse of something's or someone's
gripping up behind them, he tried to call out but the noise that the
crowd was now making was drowning out even his booming voice. Dante
took a half step forward but was pulled back into the fray by the
biggest of the enforcers. Dante turned and landed a punch directly to
the where he thought the turtles sternum should be crushing his chest
plate. Dante ducked an attack from just in his peripheral vision and
while ducked grabbed the next turtles ankle and began to swing him
above his head.
Dante finished dispatching the last of the Shellite with a rather
powerful club to the head, he turned and clicked his neck and
straightened his slightly lopsided turtle head and sprinted over to
where the gang of Dwarfer's was.
"Nice one Dante," congratulated Chris, "I was just about to come join
you but you seemed to have things under control."
"Well thanks sir, I do enjoy a easy fight." Dante replied without a
hint of bragging or breathlessness, "Need to get in shape though
otherwise I would have been after them to." Dante pointed after
Seymour. "Where do you suppose they have taken him?" Wildflower
asked, also looking down the street.
"They said something about a quarantine and him having a disease."
said Chris joining the other two staring down the road.
"Well I always said he was diseased!" Keto chimed in with his usual
wit and sarcasm, which was meet by a clip round the back of the head
from Dante, he had always appreciated Seymour, he had been the first
to really welcome him to the ship, and despite him being a real smeg
head more often then not Dante felt the urge to defend him even from
Dr Keto.
"Ow, how dare you strike a superior officer, I could have you hang!"
"Mrs Wildflower do you still have your sewing kit with you I have a
real urge to practice my battle field first aid on Dr Keto's mouth."
"I….I …… Harris are you gonna let you grunts speak to me like that."
"Yes Keto I am." Chris walked off down the road "Come on you lot lets
go before Seymour really does get in trouble or we do." Wildflower
followed as Chris walked down the street after the fetish warriors.
"By the way DOCTOR its Lieutenant Dante Wendigo not GRUNT! You will
do well to remember if you want to make it home alive." The doctor
gave Dante a sideways look as he scuttled off. <For those without X-
rays specks> Dante's massive smile crept back across his face, he had
to fight to stifle his laughter. Dante walked of after the gang. "So
we gonna go kick some PVC loving Fetish Ass or what?"
<Tag, nice to be back again guys have fun and be cool>