'Damage control'

Who: Jonathan Carnoofal
Where: JMC Press office, Titan
When: Now
Jonathan Carnoofal was the Public Relations guy for the entire
Jupiter Mining Corporation.
There hadn't been many times when the Jupiter Mining Corporation had
needed to speak directly to the press, only in times when the press
had nothing better to do and concocted scandals or conspiracies. Still
there were times that they got it right. Like when the JMC Red Dwarf
dropped off the edge of the universe, or when one of their AI's
developed a partiality to the Emo sub-culture, or the time that blue
dwarf had an almost-successful robot revolution... or the fact that
one of their captains was bleeding out like he was Irish.
It was times like this that he seriously contemplated the ancient
ritual of seppuku; there was a marginal possibility that it would be
less painful.
Marginal...
His eyes dipped down to the data-pad in front of him. He was noticing
a trend that all the weird shit in the universe was drifting around
the Blue Dwarf like the paparazzi around a piss-drunk queen of
England... which like the queen getting sloshed, would actually be
surprising if it didn't happen every other weekend.
"Look on the bright side Jon." Bob, his boss, reminded him casually as
he stared over his shoulder into the data pad. "At least we won't have
to build any more of the damn things."
Jon suppressed the urge to snap at him. Bob being the way he was
difficult to not treat like a co-worker rather than the guy who signed
your pay checks.
"With all due respect sir I think we ought to threat this like a viral
outbreak. Corner off the area and permit no-one in or out." Jon
replied smoothly as he zoomed in on the action with a touch of a button.
"Look at those weapons. I've never even *seen* guns like that! Call...
I mean... I suggest that you request the space corps' presence and get
as much back up as possible."
Bob stroked his non-existent-thanks-to-lazy-writer-features with a
hard glare. "Right... I'll get on the bell to them. Try and see if
they can get some kind of man on the job. Someone disposable...
someone like a..."
"-A robot, sir?" Jon suggested softly.
"Yes... a robot..."
~~
Where: Perimeter around the JMC construction yards
When: Two hours afterwards
Every Space Crops craft from every part of the sector had been called
in to deal with the current situation concerning the Blue Dwarf(ves).
While there had been no hostilities as of yet, it was clear that none
of the Blue Dwarf vessels had moved...yet. While one of them was
clearly a rogue ship, as evidenced by the armaments, most seemed to be
quite docile... if vastly deferring in its features.
Just outside this exclusion zone however was a small horde of media
hounds, just begging to be let loose into the fray.
From the looks of things though it seemed that the space corps were
just as likely to shoot them as the blue dwarf vessels.
<Just a bit of an atmosphere enhancement!>
OOC: Poor Jon... I wonder how far we can push him to the brink of
suicidal mania!
I was also thinking about some of the Blue Dwarves that we could have
them fit into different genres. Like one could be pure action, one is
a 'family friendly' (think barney) vessel, one Film-Noir, one thriller
and even a pure musical (serious props to whoever implements this one)!