Dysart- the 'rescue team'

Who: Dysart
Where: JMC Starbug XML
When: One hour later
Whoever had thought up this plan clearly never thought of the issues
at hand while Dysart gently guided the Starbug through the cavalcade
of similarly painted hulls. His robotic hands shivered and rattled
with every turn as though he was going to fall to pieces at any
second. Not that it would matter really, the last time he piloted a
blue midget the results where hardly exemplary.
Could have something to do with the fact that the only flight
experience he'd ever had involved Microsoft flight simulator.
"This is mission commission. Dysart do you read?" The radio hissed
through the speakers. After accidentally jabbing, and cracking he
rear-view monitor he activated the return frequencies.
"Dysart here... what do you have for me?" The AI returned hoarsely
through his speakers.
"The first Blue Dwarf you're going into is just ahead of your current
position. One Lieutenant... Kara... McGellen was lost contact with
aboard it. Your job is to go in and try to retrieve her." An officer
huh? What better way to test out your new toy than on an officer of
minimal importance.
Still... Kara... sounded like a girl.
"Understood, going silent." Dysart quickly stating before jabbing the
radio off. Last thing he needed was have some idiot parrot in his ear
about his newly found lack of freedom.
Dysart turned to his side and flicked over a few pages in his user
manual with a shaky hand. "Hologramatic core." He read out loud. "The
Series ten is custom-equipped with a removable light-bee slot. Any
hologram may be moved or removed from the slot and will subsequently
take control. As an added bonus, due to a massive excess power of the
series ten the light bee may still function. Sheathing the series ten
in a hologram-... huh... so I still work..."
Putting the starbug on autopilot, Dysart stood and hobbled over to a
side-port of the starbug. Perfectly reflecting his ugly steel body the
AI focused his internal mechanisms and began to shift through his
known physical projections. The normal 'H' for hologram on his
forehead had vanished at the first instance.
All colours and creeds floated past his eyes. He couldn't be the same
as before, it would be too painful and too complex to explain. So he
would truly be new to them. Essentially he could look like anyone he
wanted to, he might as well be good looking. Then he stopped.
A youthful, Caucasian-face man stared back at the port hole. Smooth
lithe features easily described his handsome face. Pale grey hair hung
around his face but he didn't care how it looked now. Dark brow eyes
shifted over his body. Dysart noticed that he'd stumbled upon a JMC
regulation sports jumpsuit with white major and dark blue trim. A
smile crawled across his face. Although he knew that none of these
invented features was real, for the first time he finally felt some
pride in his appearance.
Gone was the heavy-set stupid, in with the gentle and the graceful. He
felt... oh... what was that word- the one he'd never use to describe
himself...
Handsome?
Still, the illusion was somewhat dispelled as he twitched and gilted
back to seat and began to guide the ship into the waiting Blue Dwarf.
Well... so long as he didn't move and they didn't touch him then he'd
be pulling chicks wherever he went!
Yeah right...
The AI called upon thirty different gods as he gently landed the
starbug. One or more seemed to pull through as he pulled off a minor
miracle by not crashing or damaging it in anyway.
Stepping out of the back of the Starbug, Dysart pulled out a small
laser pistol from a leather holster- one of the few things they
thought to provide him with. While in-between his shaking hands and
his in-experience he couldn't have hit the ground if he shot at it,
perhaps the rapid fire feature could be his saving grace.
Dysart's shivering hand pulled out the tracing device from the side of
his holster. "Okay... last known transmission... stasis booth batteries."
The Robot mentally prepared himself for whatever awaited. "...Get a
grip Armend... you're already dead."
~~
Who: Keto
Where: Stasis Room Delta-12
When: 10 seconds later
<Snip>
Somebody was out there in the stasis room.
"Help!" yelled Keto, ignoring the fact that the stasis pods, airtight
or not, were most definitely soundproof, "Help! Get me out of here!"
He smacked a bloodied fist against the window, leaving a red smear.
"Let me out! Whoever you are, LET ME OUT!"
<End snip>
The good doctor's once dignified hands smashed against the outside
window. Once he took precarious care of his hands, knowing that they
could mean life and death for a patient... and payment or a lawsuit to
him. Now he cared little about either. Death alone in this booth, be
it from suffocation or starvation had a much greater hold over him.
A soft click came from the door and he immediately ceased. Soft,
baited, rancid breath filtered out from his mouth. The blood slithered
down his knuckles. For the longest time he didn't know whether to
thank, kiss, cry or attempt to cannibalise his saviour but all of them
sounded quite tempting.
The door swung open as a rush of white air hissed out from either side
of the capsule. He noticed the outlines of a single man before him.
In one hand a pistol and in the other a dildo... oh wait, that's a
tracking device- silly me.
From the shocked, horrified and severely disappointed look on his
young saviour's face it didn't seem that he wasn't as nearly eager to
see him as Keto felt.
While his hands where bloodied and his mind rattled, his eyes still
missed nothing. It took Keto all of three seconds to notice the JMC
tag on his sports jumpsuit.
Of all the people that could have been in this pod, like Marylin
Manson or Micheal Jackson it had to be the biggest freak of them all.
Keto.
Why, oh why couldn't it have been that hot lieutenant chick? He wasn't
entirely sure why he thought she was hot- he'd never seen her before
but hell, he was allowed to dream a little if he was risking life and
limb right?
"Doctor Xavier Keto?" The smooth Australian accented voice asked
evenly, not missing for a second the blood pasted over his hands.
"Y-yes?" The doctor croaked.
"My Name is Armend Dysart. I'm Dysart- the 'rescue team'."
<Tagging Keto or Kara!>
OOC: Yes, while I realise that it is a bit of a stretch for Keto to be
on the same ship as Kara- let's just say that she is for the sake of
simplicity.
Oh yeah... since there hasn't actually been a theme for this Blue
Dwarf... let's make it... DRAMA!!