- [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] What now?!

"Reporting to me?" Jayne replied without even glancing over her shoulder and slamming a magazine into a rifle.
"Well...yes...apparently.." Mickey said "Apparently I have some really important work to do on the flight deck and you're the one who can give me access...or something..."
"Can it wait?" Jayne said, thrusting a handgun into the waistband at the back of her jeans "I'm a little busy"
"No!" Mickey replied "No it can't wait at all. Very important, life and death!"
"Life and Death?"
"Yep!"
"In the flight deck?"
"Yep."
"For a technician"
"Yes!"
Jayne still hadn't turned around until now but she suddenly did so, unaware that she was now aiming a very large bazookoid directly at Mickey's testicular region. "You're bullshitting me" was all she said.
Mickey swallowed hard "Erm...yes..I am...er..I was supposed to report to you and it's true I couldn't find you...but but...Holly sent me here to get you out before he got in trouble with the Captain for letting you in! So come with me, or I'll report you to security and say you reprogrammed Holly!!!!!"
"What did you say your name was?" Jayne asked
"Muh...Mickey!"
"Well Mickey let me tell you something. I may not be the current acting captain's favourite person, but truth is, I'm doing nothing that she herself hasn't done in the past, and if I know Amber at all, she'll be thankful."
"But what about the actual Captain! Captain Chry.....sler..." Mickey trailed off as realisation dawned.
"Missing" Jayne said "Along with the XO and Deputy CNO, but when and if he does return, I can assure you that attempting to blackmail his clone won't do you any favours" 
Mickey could see he wasn't getting aware, being the astute individual that he was, so he decided to opt for a change of tack.
"Em..how about coming for a drink with me?"
He heard the unmistakable click of a bazookoid being primed.
"Er...thats a no then"
"Look, I'm going hunting for a rampaging alien beast You can either help me track it down, or get out of my way, otherwise, I'll blow your kneecaps off without a seconds hesitation. Your choice..."
 
<Tag Mickey>
 
 

From: mikepbullen@...
Sent: Friday, January 16, 2009 10:22 PM
To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] What now?!

Who: Micky, ErikWhere: Living quartersWhen: Not long after Micky changed out of his horribly pissy, dirty clothes.Buttoning up an almost clean pair of jeans, the door to his room slides open. It's Erik, the skutter Micky had commandered from the flight deck."You got my bits?" Micky asked.The skutter dumped the items on the counter top, looking at Micky and waiting patiently. "What do you want, a cookie? Smeg off back to work, I'm busy."With a flick of the bird, the skutter wheeled off out the door and down the corridor."I hope that's all above board." Holly appeared in front of him in the mirror. Micky shrugged it off and went back to syphoning the nasty bits out of the Euthanazinol. "So what if it ain't? Micky replied with no more care for the computer as he had for his own underwear. "There's not a lot you can do about it anyway.""I could tell the captain." Micky did an over dramatic scared reaction."Go for it. I'm sure he would forgive you form breaking the space core directive seventeen-twenty-four (It doesn't exist, I checked!). 'No balding computer may disclose top secret information to a flight technician on pain of re-boot and replacement'. You wouldn't wanna risk that would you?""You wouldn't do that. That's computicide. One step away from silicone murder. I thought we were friends." Holly looked devastated. Micky felt sorry for the senile computer."We are, I'm sorry Hol. Just keep this shtum will you? It's the only thing that's gonna keep me sane on this vessel.""Alright." His vacant expression had returned. "Hey! Now that we're mates, you can do me a favour!""Yeh, no worries, what's up?""Well, the person you were meant to report to, I told you she was in the armoury. You wouldn't mind going and talking some sense into her would you? I'm gonna end up in a right mess if the captain finds out I let her in there." Micky knew he was going to end up in some sort of trouble, but he threw down his measuring thimble and turned to the door anyway."Fine! How do I get there?""Awww! Thanks mate! It's not far....."----------------------------------Who: MickyWhere: Outside the armouryWhen: About a minute and half later"We'd best be quick." Hollys voice whispered from the overhead speaker. No one was about. Again, it was too quiet for Mickys liking. "But keep your voice down, I don't want the lads from security finding you down here."The door to the armoury slid open, Jayne Chrysler spun around, obviously surprised. "Who are you?!" She gasped."I'm the new flight technician, you weren't on the flight deck, so I came looking for you." Micky spent his whole life lying, this was easy. "Oh! here you are!" Did she buy it? He wasn't sure...<Someone else needs to decide his fate now!>