Andy- 'Chances are'

Who: Andy, Skutters
Where: Engine room; ground zero
When: 1 minute after plasma cannons activated
The Cleaner glared down the twisted metal corridor.
For the ten digit squad of skutters, things were not easy going as
they attempted to seal shut the gaping corridor that was now deformed
and practically destroyed by the Oath-keeper ramming it. Holly had
been safely deposited back into one of the near by terminals at his
request. Perhaps he could start taking the ship back from that damn
Hal-bot.
"093 pull that metal sheet back." Andy ordered from under his mask
with a slight gesture. "096 keep that rivet gun steady. Remember last
time?" He turned over to his companion. "099… still any word on the
rest?"
The baby blue cleaning bot shook its head in apology.
"Hello… Andy…" A clam, Texan inflected voice stated from behind.
Andy turned on the man, bazookiod aimed at the groin. "Who the hell
are you?!" The Cleaner snarled but his features softened as he
realised that the man didn't have a mask on. "Wait, you can't be here!
Listen I can get some medical supplies and – 099! Can you scan him for
me?"
099 chittered in confusion. She looked over to where Andy was pointed
and then turned back to the Janitor with an almost worried look in her
featureless face. She couldn't see him…
"Honestly Andy, I'm insulted! You don't even remember… it's only been…
what… six months?" The man strolled into the light. His form quickly
became familiar to the Australian man. The Eyes, the grin, the pink
hair, the tuxedo jacket… the love-heart boxers…
"You! How do you know me?!" Andy snapped, thrusting the Bazookiod. Any
sympathy he had for the mask-less man was immediacy lost.
"Oh… let me jog your memory." The semi-casual man listed off on his
fingers while giving Andy a look out from the corner of his eye. "A
burning orphanage, a lost civilisation, an exploding bar, a harmless
alien… an interloper."
"Potential…" The janitor snarled.
"See? Was that so hard?" Potential asked with a flippant gesture.
"What are you doing here?! Weren't you just supposed to split us then
go on your merry way?!" He lowed the bazookiod slightly, getting the
feeling that Potential wouldn't appear if he could blow his head off.
Potential gave a sniff and a shrug. "I was watched… had to put on a
show and help out the newbie. I couldn't possibly do what I wanted to
do now." A grin over-took the man's face as though he'd just thought
of the funniest joke in the world.
"You know Andy…there is a chance for everything. Sometimes I take a
personal interest in seeing them happen."
The way the man said it made Andy immediately retrain the bazookiod
back on him. "Chances that Jed would get this far… 3%. That Jay would
wait so long before doing something 40%. Something more bizarre?
Chances that all the hamsters in the sci lab would do a back flip at
once, 0.01%. That someone would find a use for pink flamingos,
0.001%... or the Oath-keeper colliding into back of the Blue Dwarf,
0.00001%. Or perhaps you prefer some older stats? Chances that the
hymenoptera would take over earth 65%. While the chances that Efof
would re-integrate into the current Ffionian 'society' being 75%. But
by far… the most interesting stats are your own."
A grin overtook his face. "Chances that you would be taken aboard the
Blue Dwarf… 30%... chances that both you AND Efof taken aboard… a
statistical impossibility, a zero with a .1 taken to the farthest
digit. That's something that I savour more than anything…high odds
that happen anyway."
Potential turned to Andy, with a manic slavering look in his face.
"You Andy… you defy my statistics at every turn. Even when I interfere
you defy me. This morning, chances that you would have ditched work…
98%. Last month, that you would have hacked into planet eBay and
exposed yourself… 0.001. Chances that you would do it TWICE…
0.0000000000000000000000000001. You see Andy I'm part of an Agency, my
job is to determine what's most likely. I don't know if it's just the
way we gather information and something about you always makes it
wrong. You're an anomaly Andy… and I love it."
An echoing blast echoed up and down the corridor as the Bazookiod
fired off. In short order the bolt of energy passed through the
apparition and exploded into the wall behind him. The Janitor's face
was pale and his hands shaking. Meanwhile the Skutters all stared at
their master, thinking that the gas was getting to him.
"Oh…Andy…" Potential smirked, placing a hand on his stomach. "That may
have hurt, if I had a physical body that is."
"Well…I think I've taking up all the time I have on small talk. He's
one more statistic for the road. Chances that Chapman will attempt to
turn off the Plasma cannon aimed towards you, and fail 100%. Oh…I tell
a lie I had two! Chances that in next five minutes your skutters will
all be wiped out 99.999999999%, funny world huh?"
Andy turned. Panic long since swept over his face. He flung the mk1
Bazookiod away from him and reached down for 099. "Ninety-nine! Tell
everyone to-!"
A hand padded on Andy's shoulder. "They're not you Andy. Don't think
that I'd let you die before you time when you have such a… future
ahead of you. So take one last look at them, because they're all going
to die."
The Janitor felt the hands dig into his shoulders as his eyes suddenly
darkened over while a bright green light filtered in from the corner
of his eye.
It was the last time he would ever see any of the nano-skutters alive.
~~
Who: Andy, Potential, Jed
Where: Drive room
The Janitor suddenly found himself standing in the cramp Blue Dwarf
drive room. People around him ran to and thro, all yelling and barking
orders at anyone who'd listen. The recent and suddenly plasma fire had
rocked the entire ship. A massive hole was currently carved through
the cargo decks and anyone near the back of the ship was killed almost
instantly. In the middle of it all was Captain Jed Calvert. How
appropriate. Andy's pay master and the reason for this whole mess.
It was his fault.
Suddenly a weight was pressed into his hand, a laser pistol. A wispy
Texan voice mumbled in Andy's ear. "Now…do something…unlikely."
The Australian man suddenly remembered his Skutters, they had no
chance- all of them were dead. He just knew it. Tears began to form in
the corners of his eyes. The only things he ever called 'family' were
dead. But the Texan zombie was too busy making an intergalactic strip
club.
Andy gripped the pistol in his hand. His knuckled turned while as he
squeezed it harder and harder.
The Janitor levelled the pistol at Jed.
Then shot the captain of the Blue Dwarf.
<Well... Tag?>
OOC: DRAMATIC POST IS DRAMATIC