Re: Dysart - \'the perfect spy Pt1\'

Wow, talk about blast from the past! Jason Smegg who left to go on
the JMC Pink Dwarf, a medical ship full of trainee nurses. 10/10 for
historical accuracy!
Onion
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "David V" <soulpillar@...>
wrote:
>
> Who: unknown
> Where: Pink Dwarf exterior
> When: one month beforehand
>
> Space... far as the eye could see.
> If it weren't for the stars mankind could look at it and wonder if
> they had temporarily gone blind.
> Then again, they could just look at the massive Jupiter Mining
> Corporation space hulk- the pink dwarf and merely wish it upon
> themselves instead.
> Still... all was not lost for upon the unsightly medical-training
> craft was a tiny blue speck.
>
> This blue speck was a skutter. Correction, this blue speck was a
> skutter on a mission of importance. Moreso... this was no ordinary
> skutter, it was a robot with human-class AI.
> So you could imagine just how bitter and angry it was.
>
> Scrolling across the Barbie-imagined hell-scape the painfully slow
> treads of the skutter pulled it towards it's target with all the
sheer
> unbridled urgency of a comatose sloth.
> Still it needs to be said that the Skutter was even less willing.
>
> There... there it was... just outside the small port window of the
> captain's quarters. The contraband of choice... a holodisk of
illicit
> materials that was simply bound to have occurred aboard a ship with
> trainee nurses.
> Especially with a twenty-something guy for a captain.
>
> Suddenly an over-eager face slammed against the nearby port window.
> The captain... and skutter's black mailer. Dressed at all times in a
> perfect white officer's suit that hardly befitted his youthful
> disregard. The problem wasn't entirely one sided. The small robot
did
> have some tidbits of his own. This would be much more useful if it
> weren't for the fact that he'd be deleted as soon as he attempted to
> approach the proper authorities.
>
>
> "...Target sighted." A jaded voice horsed through the hands free
> radio. The Skutter's spindly appendages pointed towards the disk
which
> was brambled up in a few wires.
>
> "Excellent... now... approach with the utmost care...!" The captain
> returned haltingly, as though someone was poking him with a pin with
> each cm that the skutter approached the data diske.
>
> "Captain, I'd like to go on record stating my sheer and utter
> resentment for this." The radio reminded the captain.
>
> "Your record is noted and hence-forth removed due to your illegal
> status... now... SCAN THE BLOODY DISK!!"
>
> ~~
> Who: Unknown
> Where: Pink Dwarf interior
> When: Minutes after
>
> Back inside the captain's quarters where hardly better condition
than
> the hard vacuum of space... at least in the skutter's opinion.
> Threadbare, ignored and pretty much abandoned- a hologram didn't
need
> sleeping quarters. This wasn't helped by the fact that captain
didn't
> need to sleep and hence didn't use his bed.
> Except when... well... the crew needed it.
> Take that as you will.
>
> The captain held the data drive in his hands as though it was a
> precious artifact from a forgotten era. His white suit twisted
> realistically and his medals jangled about while he cradled the
> information in his hands.
> "Ahh yes... oh perfect... with this. I'll *finally* have those specs
> for a hard light drive... then... then... Well no more simultaneous
> holo for me!"
>
> "*Ahem*" The skutter's voice grunted through the radio wrapped
around
> the Captain's head who immediately threw his hand's up in the air
with
> a squeak.
> "Oh... hehe... it's just you Dry-ass." The captain replied
dismissively.
> "Captain Smegg... my name is Dysart." The radio continued. "And I'd
> like the auxiliary holofrom back."
>
> The captain merely rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket.
> Pulling out the oft-abused light bee he gave a single flick to the
> switch and tossed it into the air.
> Within a second a hologram appeared in it's place while the bee held
> it's position in mid-air.
>
>
> A scowling man filled it's place.
> Slightly hunched over and dressed in non-regulation blue dungarees
> with a dark black shirt, the well-known but always aloof computer
> specialist of the ship fixed him with a glare. A head ful of bushy
> brown hair along with strong facial features- had he not been a
> hologram he'd have thought that some of the more eager nurses
would've
> tried to snap him up.
> Oh yeah, and the fact that Dysart was a known stowaway. All balanced
> out by the way he saved the pink dwarf after it was sabotaged. That
> has to count for something, right?
>
> "So Jason, if thats all you want to hold me to ransom for I've got a
> ship to tend to." With that Dysart turned from the officer and
> motioned to the door.
> "Actually Armend..." The captain stated softly. "There's someone you
> ought to meet."
>
> Out the corner of his eye a single darkly dressed man walked through
> the door of the captain's quarters. "Hello Lt. Dysart... or perhaps
I
> ought to say... Mr. Roos?"
>
> Dysart's eyes widened and his head snapped back to his captain.
> "I'm sorry Armend." The captain stated softly, suddenly finding
> interest in the floor. "I'm just a hologram... like you. The JMC is
> the only thing that is keeping me alive."
>
> Before the former hacker could even voice a word of protest he found
> felt a box-like square plunge through his back and connection with
his
> light bee. A microsecond later and tens of thousands of electrical
> volts snapped through his invisible body... then everything went
black.
>
> <To be continued...>
>
> OOC: New Character post! Nothing has really happened yet; don't be
too
> put off. All the meaty stuff will be happening next!
> Oh yeah and I'm trying to have this as something as a reboot for my
> writing. Trying to focus a bit more on being funny rather than
angsty.
>