Enter Y-19...........s

-Tracking mission 599942
-Prototype Y-19 in service.
-Intercept with JMC BLUE DWARF imminent.
Mission-Investigate reports of damage to the dimensional fabric.
-CREW-Expendable.
-SHIP- Secure and Salvage
-ADDITIONAL-Reports state the anomaly has caused an opening to
multiple realities, any encounter is to be documented and other Y-19
prototypes are to be taken for further study.
Docking with Hull in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...............Prototype activated.
A black gloved fist punches through the hull of the Blue Dwarf, it
twists slightly and the hole expands to a perfect hole about 6 feet
across. In his shinning black armour Y-19 enters the Blue Dwarf
staring blankly forward, turning to the right he observed the
corridor in that direction with his right eye, his left swerves back
to observe the corridor behind him.
"Clear," he said with not a hint of emotion, turning on the spot he
went back to the hole he had created inserting his fist he twisted it
the other way and it closed around his arm again. Removing his arm it
reformed into a perfect wall again save for a small dent.
"Mission protocol one," he said approaching a computer terminal
placing a hand on the screen "seize control of computer mainframe,
downloading RAMS-HEAD Virus," the screen went blank then flashed up
the image of a rams head then returned to its original image.
"Mission protocol two," said turning away and beginning to march down
the corridor "secure Blue Dwarf!" he made to break into a run but the
second his foot touched the floor he vanished with a screech of
rubber against the floor.
In the cargo bay Y-19 sat cross-legged in his grey coat and shaggy
combat trousers, he had no idea how he had got there and to be honest
he couldn't give a monkeys, Ooooo he hated monkeys. After jay had
destroyed Blue Dwarf he remembered a slight pain in his rear then he
remembered hitting the side of Blue Dwarf again. Strangely he did not
find this odd he had encountered twelve other Blue Dwarfs in the last
few weeks, seven of which were full of monkeys.
He had seen no one for the last seven hours and had not moved from
that spot since he had found these cloths, his uniform was gone. His
black swerved to the left at the sound of a distant noise, he was
there in five seconds, he had never figured out how he did that they
had never told him but he wasn't going to question it.
Stepping into the corridor outside the cargo hold he found two beings
rapped in rapped iron bars that had been raped around there bodies.
The first was a pink tree.............. he had only ever met an
orange one and a black one though to his memory they may have been
the same person. The other was an attractive woman, well as far as he
could see she was and she was unconscious. He gave her a
prod.......ye she was unconscious.
He stood there for a few minutes looking at the two, should he untie
them would he get in trouble he didn't want to annoy the locals he
had learnt that from the monkeys. As he thought and became more
agitated his hair began to rustle of its own accord, an annoying
genetic trait of his that he could control if he concentrated.
Suddenly the tree started to rustle back at him, he jumped moving he
moved up to the tree he gave it a prod.
"Rustle Rustle Rustle," the tree said.
Y-19 was about to respond when a bazocoid round went flying past his
shoulder, he looked after it......... pretty. A second round was
fired he watched it amused as it shot past his head as he tilted it
slightly.
Alone the corridor two men came charging at him bazocoids in hand he
recognised one as Chris Harris the guy that he used to give bread
crusts to when he was down in the engines; here he seems to be doing
better for himself. The other he did not know and much like with
Harris he did not care ether way who it was he had a gun in his hand
and that was what mattered, he liked guns for some reason even the
word........his thoughts were cut off by a shot from the other
direction that had burnt his new coat, he frowned at the blue robot
coming at him very rude creature what had he done.
"Monsoon get the Smegger," yelled Harris as he aimed at Y-19 once
again. Quick as a flash Y-19 was in front of them anger etched into
his face.
"This coat was new," he growled at them his hair now rustling as if
in a high wind, he knocked both the bazocoids out of their hands and
through Monsin, he thinks that's his name against the ceiling
knocking him unconscious. The other one that he had now forgotten was
backing away pulling a new gun from his belt.
Another large blast exploded near him, gritting his perfect teeth Y-
19 picked Harris up with one hand and putting him against the wall
folded the metal over him.
"Don't move," he said simple walking casually over to Lt Mk 10 though
by this point the machine had gotten the hint and was already running
away. Y-19 smiled and turned back to the shaking officer "I hate
physical violence but you know you burnt my coat," gestured at it
pulling it off and throwing it on the floor, "
"Who the smeg are you?" the man asked with a little too much sprayed
salver "and how did you get from the drive room to down here we have
to blockaded in upstairs!"
Y-19 thought about this for a second and finally come up with his
answer "I'm hungry," he stated to the other mans amazement, "you wait
there till I'm done eating there has to be something in your cargo
bay, oh one sec," he said turning back to Harris and moving to eye
level with him, he shifted his eyebrows around in a wave formation
for a good minute then Harris went completely stiff and straight
against the wall. He smiled at his handy work, at the man that now
thought he was a drinks dispenser, he went to go back the cargo bay
when he stopped and look at the two people tied up, going over to
them he removed the bar that trapped the Pink tree then feeling proud
ran off to find some food.