**Actionette** Run, rabbit, run

Who: Andy
Where: Blue Dwarf, above Planet eBay
When: 2 days after Actionette, 1 day left
He was alone, separated from his friends by his own doing. Andy knew
that his only hope lay in someone from the CCT (Counter-Cyber
Terrorism) would get here on their white horses arrest Boris and his
flunkies.
Then again, with warp technology so far gone, that wasn't likely to
happen.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!!" A baying wolf-man called as
his laz-cannon tore into the sides of the ship with an
earth-shattering shockwave and fiery hiss. Andy gritted his teeth and
continued to duck walk through the maintenance tunnels.
They'd been hunting him for the past dozen hours. It was like they
were doing it in turns or something. The Janitor felt like his chest
was slowly collapsing in on itself. Such movement was unwarranted but
he couldn't chance it that they had picked up psy-scanners at some
point and simply couldn't stay in one place.
If he was getting out of this one alive he'd need to find some help,
or find a gun. Hell both sounded really good right now.
His eyes suddenly rested upon a first aid kit in the edge of the
tunnel. Lurching upon it drunkenly he tore it open and dragged out the
canister of painkillers. Within seconds he injected it directly into
the wound and felt it work its magic once more as the burning lactic
acid in his legs subsided as well.
"Where are you…ANDY?! Hah! Didn't think I knew your name did you!?!"
The Wolf cried as another blast was let loose upon the innocent walls.
Dammit, Andy KNEW that he was going to have to clean that up. "I know
everything about you!" The janitor crocked his eyebrow and he pealed
away the filthy dressing on his wounds. "I know that you're not really
a part of the JMC, I know that your only friends are 2 feet tall and I
know that you don't even have proper crew quarters so you have to
sleep with them too!"
Andy nodded, hey he was right. He really did sleep with his skutters.
'Never thought about it that way' he admitted has he cleaned up the
slowly healing injury.
The janitor sighed and pressed his head against the maintenance wall.
This was it, the end of his rope. His mind knew that there was a man
out in the hallways that was more likely to rip out his jugular than
lick its own genitals, but Andy was just too tired to care.
He gave a sigh and simply rested.
~~
Who: Rosette, Jed
Where: Blue Dwarf, prison room
When: Simultaneous
Jed stared at the back of two guards outside of his cell, both
twitching irritability. The entire ship was placed on alert. The
Captain simply knew that one of his crew had done something.
"FIND HIM! FIND HIM NOW!!" The Boris screamed through the speakers of
the ship. This was probably why the two guards where twitching so
badly. Unsure if the captain was talking to them and would kill them
if they didn't find 'him' right now, or if they did then Boris would
kill them anyway for deserting their posts. Its tough being cannon
fodder huh?
Calvert gave grin that threatened to split his head in two. Whoever
managed to piss off that bastard this much. "I'll give them a gorram
raise." The captain muttered under his grin.
"You two! Why aren't you looking for 'Hal'?!" A very familiar feminie
voice called out to the duo. The first one, a Shellite mercenary
responded. "We-err didn't want to desert our post!"
"I'll be taking over your post then! Now the captain gave you an
order, follow it out or I'll have you both for insubordination!!" She
yelled back. Suddenly Jed recognised her voice. The two then gave a
sloppy salute then ran down the corridor.
Two sharp cracks and an equal number of screams followed suit. Then
silence. Light footsteps followed up to the front of his cell.
"What in the Texas hellfire-…Rosette?" The captain exclaimed as the
resident stowaway stood at ease just behind his 'bars'. Fingering a
trigger, she aimed and fired at the power-unit. The electric shield
cackled then died.
"The Captain told me to come down and kill the previous captain..."
She stated calmly, slowly waving her gun from side to side. Calvert's
eyebrows rose up as his head reclined back. "…So I thought that I'd do
the opposite, because I like you a hell of a lot more."
The real Captain let out a deep sigh of relief as the
stowaway/mercenary strolled over and began to undo his bindings.
"Well, you really know how to get a man's blood pumping… violence or
otherwise…" He couldn't resist the innuendo regardless of the moment.
Rosette's hand slapped him over the head. "Saying that I like you more
than him is still like saying that I prefer drowning in dog shit over
drowning on a landmine." The captain chuckled and rubbed his wrists as
the manacles clattered to the floor. Each time she opened her mouth he
just liked her more.
She pressed a plasma carbine into the Texan's hands and gave him a
nod. "I'm ready when you are…Captain."
Jed took the weapon and flicked off the safety. Cracking his neck as
he stood he barked out. "Let git mah Ship back."
~~
Who: Major-General Chapman
Where: Space corps Frigate 'Oath-Keeper', neauveau terran sector
When: Simultaneous
It'd taken an entire day.
Chapman wasn't sure if that was too long or possibly too quick. All he
cared was that in his line of work his job usually involved kicking
down someone's door immediately and arresting them. Taking an entire
day just to GET there was maddening frustating.
The space around the bridge of the Frigate bent like as though it was
being sucked through a straw. The Major-General simply stared forward
with a steely expression on his face and a Military harness on his
shoulders.
"Major-General, We've reached the Neauveau terran sector." The
navigator called up to him.
Sure enough, the ship began to slow down. The Ice Planet eBay was
clearly in sight. EBay had setting up shop there simply so their
servers could get some good cooling systems, an Overlocker's wet
dream. So was the Blue Dwarf.
Hanging just outside of the atmosphere of the planet, the large ship
hung in space like a giant space dildo. How someone would even attempt
to try and sell a JMC craft under their superior's noses took some
serious die-cast iron balls.
"Major-general? We're being hailed by Planet eBay." The communications
officer stated nasally. "Tell them to wait their turn. Open Comms with
the Jupiter Mining Corporation ship Blue Dwarf."
A few moments passed as the communications officer turned back.
"They're not responding sir. If anything, I *think* they're attempting
to jam us. It's kind of hard to tell with such an outdated system
they're running."
The Major-General nodded slowly, he suddenly spread out his arm to the
weapons officer. "They we'll make them listen. Navigation, pull up
along side and then Hail again. If they won't listen then we'll simply
board them." He suddenly spread out his arm to the weapons officer.
"If they attempt to warp out then fire cruise disrupters directly at
their engines."
"Major-General?" The communications officer called once more. "*Yes*
lieutenant Piqué, what is it?" Chapman replied in a bored tone. The
comms officer pointed up at the starboard screen. "The JMC
representatives have heard about the Blue Dwarf. Their
representatives, the JMC... 'Pink Dwarf', have arrived, Sir."
The Major General looked up at where the Corporal's finger pointed. At
first he thought that his old mind was playing tricks on him but no,
it was real.
A giant, hot pink JMC craft slowly slid out of a purple worm hole.
Chapman let out a deadening groan, as did half of the male crew on the
bridge, as he realised exactly who they had sent.
As if ramming another nail in the coffin, Lt. Piqué added. "-and
they're hailing us."
Chapman gritted his teeth as he nodded to accept the call. Andy was
going to be in a shallow grave by the end of the day.