'Déjà vu'

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"Yes." Andy said, before lifting off slowly. They powered their way
out of the ship, heading back towards the Big Blue.
"LOOK OUT!" Rosette yelled, as the aforementioned tail of the Pink
Dwarf spun towards them....
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Who: Andy, Rosette
Where: Star bug outside Pink Dwarf
When: 1500 hours
The Dwarf class mining vessel was something that proved the JMC's
might and stranglehold in the share market. Costing trillions of
dollars to create and almost five years to build each, it was little
surprise that JMC was overly protective of them. Often calling for
blood against anyone who would harm them, for this there was a very
good reason.
Indeed, Dwarf-class ships were something that pushed the boundaries of
what could be called a 'space ship'. Encroaching what could instead be
called a very peculiarly shaped planetoid. Even the massive space
corps ship 'Oath-keeper' was a mere interceptor in comparison.
So when arse-ends of one of the biggest ships in existence came
tumbling towards him at over 1000 Km per\h there was little surprise
Andy was apprehensive.
The janitor wrenched the controls into turn but it was simply too
late. A screaming roar of vacuum tempered by crumbling steel assaulted
their eardrums while the Pink Dwarf's end bisected the star bug's hind
quarters like a hatchet. The said attachment carried on through space
without even slowing down while the Starbug's engines went spiralling
into the unknown.
To make matters worse, the oxygen in the remainder of the ship soon
followed suite.
A roar of rushing air was mercifully followed by one of the ship's few
systems that weren't made by the lowest bidder. The dark grey bulkhead
to the cockpit hissed closed with a resounding thud.
Not that any of the current crew members noticed as they were
currently both laying on the floor gasping for air.
~~
Who: Chapman
Where: Oath-keeper, warping in-between the two Dwarfs
When: 1530 hours
The Major-general should have never let him go.
He was going to kill Andy. The Hacker wouldn't be able to talk his way
out of this one. Saving yourself against a hostile take over was one
thing, but turning around and biting JMC just because he was going to
be taken away from another-… Wait a minute why would he do that?
The Major-general thought a moment. He'd known Andy for a short time
before he became a frozen Popsicle and though you wouldn't call them
mates or anything. This was simply out of character for Andy.
"Lieutenant Piqué," The Major-general rumbled. "Let's say we power
down the disintegrators for now."
The second they were out of warp it seemed like the place was in its
trademark madness. Ships made out of shells poured out in droves from
the large maroon planet while chasing another stream of ships that
entered into the JMC Blue Dwarf. While the Shell-ships assaulted the
Azure mining vessel, he turned his head to the right and noticed that
the Pink Dwarf was doing a spectacular jig. The Major-general and the
other crew paused and assessed the sight.
You just hadn't lived until you'd seen a Dwarf-craft cruiser having a
Michael J Fox-sized fit.
He was just about to order the lieutenant to open comms but thought
against it. Ahead of him he noticed the Shell-ships bombarding the
Blue Dwarf with whatever weapons they had. Now that was something he
was a little more qualified for. Finally some real action, the major
general turned back to the lieutenant and casually stated.
"Red Alert; charge up all weapons and fire them at anything that looks
like it should belong on your dinner plate."
~~
Who: Dr. Keto
Where: Blue Dwarf, Medi-bay
When: 1530 hours
Keto wasn't having what you could call a 'good' day. In fact he was
having a very bad one. Although inadvertently working out his
frustration on that crashed Starbug had certainly done worlds of good
to his pent-up aggression (which was like an endless fountain of
malice) he still hadn't the mind to simply 'forget' what had happened
on the planet. So like all things that made him angry he stored it
away to later unleash it upon an unsuspecting ignoramus.
"Well, Keto, at least you've always got your medi-." The doctor turned
into the Medical room with a blank mask of a face.
To call the diaster room in front of him his 'old medi-bay' was of the
gravest insult to him. Nothing in the former place of healing remotely
resembled what it once was. Melted machines, embering bed clothes,
scorched tiling not to mention that two of the beds where missing and
three where broken leaving a grand total of 5 beds.
In the middle of this disaster zone was his brother. Charles Keto,
brain bot, cheerfully whistling and helping to sweep away from of the
mess; The robot's 'head' pert a bit when he saw his taller brother.
"Xavier! How are you? So good to see that you're safe-… wait, what are
you doing with that bone saw?!"
<Sorry, couldn't resist the Keto bit! Tag!>