'Nice shot'

Who: Dysart, Keto
Where: Approaching the hanger
When: 15 minutes after previous post
<Snip>
"Wonderful," said Keto through gritted teeth, following as Dysart
started to march off, "Another wonderful stranger to meet. Did I
mention how I've been locked in a stasis pod and am in quite a lot of
pain, and may be dying of starvation and thirst?"
"Yes," replied Dysart sharply, "And Kara's a member of your crew, not
a stranger."
"Hey, if I can't remember them, they're strangers," said Keto as they
left the room and headed towards the docking bay.
<End Snip>
In Dysart's mind, he had always thought that the aim of a robot was to
create a human being in it's prime. One capable of doing anything a
human could do minus any of the higher thought capacity (mainly along
the lines of rebellion and homicidal tendencies).
The series 10 body was an utter failure in the above attempts. He
still had complete control of his upper brain functions and his body
felt more like they were trying to accurately reproduce an 80 year old
with Parkinsons.
Perhaps they ought to lower their expectations, they'd get less
disappointed that way.
"...I *am* an officially recognised JMC doctor. I have some ointment
that would clear up that arthritis for you..." The good doctor's
condescending personality took all of a few minutes to pick back up
again. Although he knew it to be impossible for him to recognise him
as the bloke that played part to Rosette's gross destruction of his
ward months ago... well... he knew what he was capable of.
JMC Janitors pretty much had to clean up everything after all.
"It's *not* arthritis." Dysart growled back at him, his hands
twitching unhealthy all the while. To be honest he was rather
surprised he didn't notice the crackling of his metallic joints, it
sounded nine kilograms of loose change in his pockets. "Now keep up
Dr. Xeno."
"That's *Keto*! ...and a decrepit old midget with two fake legs could
keep up with you..." Keto corrected, it seemed that near death had
failed to quench his acid tongue.
"Shut up already... we've almost locked down on Kara's signal." Dysart
awkward brought the scanned up to his face. "According to the scanner
we're about 100 metres away from her position.
Keto rose an eyebrow as he looked up at the side of the wall with
'HANGER BAY 4B ' plainly written on the side. "Good to know that the
JMC's entrance level for sportsmen haven't faltered any."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" The AI asked while he gave
the doctor a sideways glare.
"I rest my case." Keto replied with a shrug.
The Hangerbay doors give an airy hiss as they pulled apart.
Dysart's jaw went slack.
"What the hell, four of them!? When the hell did this happen?! Do
these starbugs breed or something!?!" The AI admonished the second he
noticed, not one but, two more of the said starcraft lining the hanger.
Keto seemed rather sedate for a man who had just beaten his own hands
to a bloody pulp. "Good... that means we get to pick the best. I vote
for the one with the flag. Looks the least likely to explode."
"...Looks like you're in luck... that's where the signal is coming from."
As they came closer they spotted at the base of the landing gear a red
headed woman struggling against her bonds fruitlessly.
Kara clenched her teeth while he tried to pull the ropes apart.
Flattering as it was ridiculous that her dark twin could be capable of
turning common rope into a waist sized Chinese finger-trap.
"Hey, you alright?"
Oh thank god, Andy was here. Judging by the fact that he wanted to
help rather than disembowel her she thought it was safe to assume it
was the good one... or at least *a* good one. He sort of disappeared
after that attempted bombing of that Krylon planet.
"Yeah... could you hurry up and untie me Andy?" When Kara looked up
though realised she'd just got the wrong name. Guess all Australians
kind of sound alike after all. That didn't stop him from freezing up
like a deer in a flood light beam. "Oh wait... sorry." She quickly
apologised at the mistaken identity.
"Good lord, don't tell me you believe in love at first sight." She did
certainly notice Keto beside the jumpsuit wearing Australian, who
seemed to share as much empathy with him as he would a urinal cake.
"Cram it Keto, just let me-." What ever he would have asked the doctor
to let him do would be forever unknown as...
"-What the hell is going on down here?!" Another angry Scottish voice
barked down from up the loading ramp. Within a few seconds another
Kara, check again- another Kara strolled down the ramp. "Keto what the
hell are you two doing down here? I thought you were evacuating!"
Dysart, although he had been on the Blue Dwarf for a year, had not yet
been exposed to the full weirdness of it's experience so he'd
neglected to evolve a proper shoot-on-sight mentality for doubles.
"Don't stare at her, SHOOT HER!!" Kara yelled as though the two where
the biggest idiots she'd ever seen.
Naturally she failed to understand that Dysart's hands were roughly as
steady as drunkard who was simultaneously high on three types of heavy
duty drugs and hadn't slept for the past four days.
The second the AI lifted his arm to aim at the nonplussed double, his
finger got caught in the pistol trigger and fired.
Directly at the real Kara.
"AHHH!!! YOU ARSEHAT, YOU *SHOT* ME!!" The hardlight hologram screamed
as a horrible burning smell wafted into the air.
"I'm sorry!!" Dysart yelled in earnest as he fired again, this time
hitting a gas cylinder in the cockpit... which promptly tore a gaping
hole in the hull as well as vaporising anything inside.
"Perhaps we ought to reverse psychology. Hey twat, *we're* your
enemies!" The AI was pretty sure his body didn't have a
sarcasm-o-metre but if he did then Keto would have just busted it.
Another beam arced past the two, incinerating three quarter-ton fuel
canisters which promptly exploded in a glorious James Bond fashion.
"Well at least he didn't hit us." Keto sniffed. See? He could be glass
half-full!
"Take that damn thing away from him before he kills us!!" Kara yelled
at the doctor over the carnage, to which he rose his bloodied hands.
"Right now I don't have the strength to pick my nose let alone wrestle
a gun from a trigger happy retard."
A panicked female scream erupted from the ramp and ended in a dull thump.
"I...I hit her?" Dysart peaked open one of his eyes.
"Nope... she just fell off the ramp from shock..." Keto summerised
dully, flopping his dead hand over his eyebrow. "You almost hit
everything else though... so... good job!"
<So...uh... tagging Kara or Keto?>