Re: Seymour - \"Quarantine\" pt1

<snip>
Seymour hung up and looked dejectedly at his phone. He then looked
back at Sandramon. "You don't happen to know the exact GPS
coordinates
of where we are do you?"
She looked at her friends Bobmon and Frankmon, and they all shook
their heads.
"Fiddlesticks." Said Seymour.
<End snip>
Who:- Jay, Mk.10, Harris, Dante, Keto, Wildflower
Where:- Underground Car Park
When:- After the away team lost Seymour.
"WHAT?!" Jay exclaimed loudly for what seemed like the millionth
time that afternoon.
"To be fair..." said Keto flatly, "It *was* Seymour"
"I don't care if it was Vanessa Feltz! We don't leave men behind!"
"Men...is such a strong word...." Harris started
"Don't start Harris, you were in charge of the party's security,
you're the guy I'm holding responsible for this.."
"Right well if that's the case I'm off..." said Keto, turning for
the door.
"Not so fast Doc! You still need to explain to me why you and Jenny
went out without a security officer!"
"Is that really necessary!" Keto snapped back "A man is missing,
possibly dead! We have to save him!"
"Wait a minute, two seconds ago you pointed out how, "it's only
Seymour..." now you're getting all heroic.."
"Well..if it get's the attention away from me for a second..."
Jay sighed..and rubbed his temples.."Look, I gotta admit, you're
right, getting Seymour back is the most important thing right now."
"why do you care so much about him anyway?" Mk.10 said, "It's not
like he's an essential member of the crew, if anything we'd be
better off without him!"
"Keep asking myself the same thing to be honest..." Jay replied.
Everyone in the room nodded their agreement at this point.
"But think about it, if his captors decide to torture him, how's he
gonna react? Is he gonna stay quiet, take everything that they can
give him in loyalty to the crew or is he..."
he was interuppted at this point by Dante.
"He's gonna squeal like a schoolgirl..."
"Exactly, and tell them exactly where to find us, and I don't much
fancy bringing a war to this car park."
Everyone nodded silently.
"Find him, now..."
**A few hours later.**
"Jay" Harris said entering the room in which Jay had set up a
command station "We've traced Seymours mobile phone signal, I've
sent out a couple of scouts who have reported that the location
appears to be within a heavily guarded compound, high security
there's no way we'd get in there and back out alive." Chris showed
Jay the photos that the scouts had taken on his laptop
"Options?"
"Best bet is an airlift..." Chris responded.
Jay looked up from the monitor and nodded, "I agree. But we can't
use any of our craft, so far the Shellites don't know we're here,
using a 'bug or an Eagle will blow our cover."
"So what do you suggest?"
"Isn't there an airfield nearby?"
"Yeah...about half a mile from here..."
"Then you, Dante and Mk.10 suit up...and meet me at the exit hatch
in 10 minutes...we're going aircraft shopping..."
Chris nodded and left the room, "KETO!" Jay then shouted, "Much as I
hate to do this, you're the next most senior person here..you're..."
he fiddled with his earlobe, looked at the ground and shuffled his
feet as he said this..."in command til I get back..." he said,
nervously..
<Tag JH if you want to take advantage of this!>
*Soon, Shellite Airfield*
"There!" Jay said, his voice muffled within the Shellite costume his
sister had made. "That one"
Dante, Chris and Mk.10 nodded, and loaded their weapons.
"We'll take out the guards, you fly us outta here..." Chris said to
Jay, as Mk.10 cut a hole through the wire fence with a set of
cutters that were built into his weaponry.
Jay loaded his handgun and nodded, "Let's go..."
The two men, one alien and a robot, all in turtle costumes, snuck
into the grounds of the airfield and took cover behind a refuelling
pod, trying hard not to be seen.
Dante raised his rifle to his head, let off a shot and lowered it
again in one swift movement, before his target, a security guard,
had even hit the ground following the tranquiliser shot that had hit
him in the neck. The group moved closer still to the aircraft that
Jay had selected, a Helicopter resembling an old Earth "Blackhawk"
troop transport. They ducked down again, this time behind some cargo
crates and Harris pointed out two sets of guards this time. He
Nodded to Mk.10 to join him, and he and the robot clambered over the
crates and toward one group of guards while Jay and Dante headed for
the others, and toward the chopper.
The pilot and the alien crept up behind the two shellite guards, and
with a swift blow each rendered each unconcious with the butts of
their guns and were able to quickly clamber into the chopper, Jay
headed into the cockpit while Dante manned the gun in the middle
section, leaning out of the large open hatch, he watched as the two
guards Mk.10 and Harris had headed for were disposed of.
They hadn't been as discreet as hope however as a shout
of "INTRUDERS!" and an alarm were heard.
"JAY!! GET US GOING NOW!"
Jay yelled back, "TWO SECONDS! THESE CONTROLS ARE WEIRD!" He looked
back at the control panel, everything seemed to be in reversed.
"What? Can't you fly this thing?!"
"Come on! This is me!"
"So..can you fly this thing?"
"Not a clue..." The rotor blades whirred into life ansd Jay pulled
back on the control stick, sending the Helicopter hurtling backward
on it's wheels and flattening a group of guards that had been
scrambled to stop them.
"Ooops...don't worry, I've got it now!!" and moved the control stick
in a different direction taking the chopper into the air, whirling
the craft around he hovered above the point where harris and Mk.10
had been pinned down by guards.
"Grab on!" Mk.10 said to Chris, who leapt onto the robot's back in a
piggy-back style, while Mk.10 used his thrusters to lift himself,
and his passenger off the ground, boarding the chopper a few feet
above.
The shellite guards began to open fire on the Helicopter.
"Jay! Everyone's aboard!" Chris yelled into the cockpit as Dante
returned fire, "GO! NOW!"
Jay acknowledged the security chief by taking the Chopper high into
the sky and moving away at top speed, pursued by weapons fire.
"Smegging Seymour! He'd better smegging appreciate this!!" Dante
yelled as the Helicopter soared into the air, followed by various
projectiles...
<tag>
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Onion" <theonion770@...>
wrote:
>
> Who: Seymour Niples
> Where: Quarantine Truck
> When: After he was captured
>
> Seymour was pushed into the truck before he even had chance to
realise
> what was going on. The moving vehicle was full of Shellites who
were
> deformed in various ways. At first he didn't know why he was here,
but
> it didn't take Seymour long to look down at costume, made from
pieces
> of metal, plastic and some old anoraks he'd found in the back of a
> Blue Midget.
>
> A nearby Shellite coughed on him, and Seymour cringed. He took a
step
> away in disgust, and ended up almost sitting on the lap of one who
was
> sat against the side of the container they were in. The man pushed
him
> away and Seymour gladly moved. There were so many of the aliens in
> this small space that he worried that they might see through his
> poorly-made disguise. Luckily, he fitted in here.
>
> After a 15 minute ride, the truck stopped swaying and the back door
> was opened. Light flooded into the area, and they were all pulled
out.
> There were about 30 in the truck including Seymour, and they were
all
> herded out like cattle. The guards even had cattle-prods which they
> jabbed Seymour with. It caught his arm and he yelped in pain.
>
> They were pushed through a large metal gate and into an area that
> looked like it used to be a nice little suburb. A suburb that had
seen
> better days though, as the streets and driveways were covered with
> groups of people huddled together for warmth. It was just starting
to
> get dark now, and so some of them had lit their own fires and were
> cooking things to eat.
>
> Seymour was pushed away from the gate and it closed with a solid
> clang. A few people ran back to it screaming, and tried to climb
the
> metal rungs to get back over the top. They were prodded with the
> electric cattle-prods and beat with sticks until hey fell down
again
> and accepted there was no escape.
>
> Seymour looked around, there were only a few houses here, and
> definitely not enough for the amount of people who lived here. The
> four sides of the compound were tall fences with electric wiring on
> top. As he watched, the turtle who he'd almost sat on on the truck
ran
> over to the far fence and climbed to the top – where the electric
> wiring fried him until steam came from his head. The creature let
go
> and plopped back to the ground, his head and arms disappearing
inside
> it's shell.
>
> There was definitely no way out of here.
>
> Seymour walked to the nearest fence and tried to get the attention
of
> the guard on the other side. He made sure he stood a step back from
> them, as he didn't want to be shocked with the cattle-prod again.
>
> "Excuse me? I say, excuse me! I think there's been some kind of a
> mistake." he said.
> "Oh yeah?" said the guard in a gruff voice, whilst extending his
> electric prod.
> "Yes. This appears to be some sort of leper colony. Very
primitive. I
> can't say I belong here."
> The guard laughed, and hit his workmate on the shoulder, who also
> laughed. "Yeah? You had a look in the mirror lately mate?"
> Seymour looked down at his badly made costume again. He desperately
> wanted to take it off and show them that he wasn't actually on of
> them, but he knew they treated other species even worse than this.
For
> now he was at least alive. "Look, I know my appearance is pretty
bad.
> But I can assure you I don't have a disease."
>
> The guards laughed again. Then one took a few steps closer to him.
> "Tell you what mate, talk to me again in two months and if you've
not
> died by then I'll let you out."
> The guards erupted into laughter again, and hit the fence, making
> Seymour take a step away. "The insolence!" Seymour exclaimed, and
was
> about to shout some abuse when a hand grabbed his arm.
>
> Seymour's instinct was to pull himself away instantly, as he rarely
> liked to be touched by the commoners on the Blue Dwarf, let alone
some
> colony for diseased aliens.
>
> "Please, I'm not going to hurt you." Said a friendly voice.
>
> Seymour turned to see a round face with soft features and round
eyes.
> It was definitely Shellite in features, but it was the friendliest
> face he'd seen on the entire planet. It was a woman.
> "The guards are just teasing you." She said in a soft voice that
> sounded like doves cooing, it made Seymour pay attention as he had
to
> really listen to every word over the noise of the camp. "The
disease
> we all have will kill you in only one month's time, so that's why
it's
> so funny to them to make you ask them again after two months."
>
> "But I don't have the disease!" Seymour insisted.
> The woman nodded slowly. "We all have the disease. And those who
don't
> are unlucky enough to catch it here, and die anyway."
> Seymour tensed his shoulders. "Then don't touch me!" he ran from
her,
> bumping into another turtle who was carrying firewood. The logs
> clattered to the ground.
> "Now look what you made me do!" he shouted angrily, and picked
Seymour
> up by the shoulders, pushing him against the fence.
>
> "I'm sorry!" Seymour whimpered. "Please, put me down!"
>
> The guards outside the fence noticed what was going on and poked
their
> cattle-prods through the wire mesh, prodding Seymour in the back.
> "Ow. Hey! Ow. Don't prod me. I can't move! Ow!" he yelped as he
> struggled against the Shellite's grip.
> The angry Shellite pulled him away from the fence and threw him to
the
> ground. He was about to kick him when two males stood in his way.
> Seymour was helped up by the woman who had spoken to him moments
> earlier. "Please. Don't try and cause trouble here. These people
are
> dying too, and some of them would rather die fighting than wait
until
> the disease makes them weaker."
>
> Seymour brushed himself down, watching as the angry man walked off,
> and the two men moved to stand at either side of the woman.
>
> "I'm Sandramon." Said the woman, then she pointed to her attaches.
> "This is Frankmon and Bobmon."
> Seymour shook their hands. "Awfully grateful chaps." He said. "But
I'm
> afraid I'll not be staying very long, I'm actually pretty sure
I'll be
> rescued any moment."
> The three Shellites looked at each other in confusion, then the
woman
> took a step forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "It looks like
> he's further along than we thought. Delusion is one of the final
> stages before death."
>
> Seymour hung his head and rubbed his eyes.
> Just then, a tinny version of the tune 'God save the Queen' broke
the
> silence.
> "See?" Said Seymour, beaming with delight. "That's my people right
now."
>
> He answered his phone.
>
> "Hello Mr Harris? No I'm not alright, I've been brought to some god
> awful concentration camp for people with a fatal disease. I know
the
> chance of me catching an alien disease is pretty slim, but these
> people keep touching me and I'm getting worried. No, no, I didn't
see
> where I went, I was in the back of a lorry. Oh I'm terribly sorry
but
> I didn't have any breadcrumbs to throw out of the back. What do you
> mean why didn't I call you? I was waiting for you to call me, do
you
> know how much these galactic calls cost? Okay yes, okay, goodbye."
>
> Seymour hung up and looked dejectedly at his phone. He then looked
> back at Sandramon. "You don't happen to know the exact GPS
coordinates
> of where we are do you?"
>
> She looked at her friends Bobmon and Frankmon, and they all shook
> their heads.
> "Fiddlesticks." Said Seymour.
>
>
> < Come save me guys! >
>