Eleven Thirtytwo - Duties II

Who: Erik
Where: Living quarters corridor
When: Continuing from the snip
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EXPLOSIVE-EXPLOSI
VE-EXPLOSIVE.....
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PROCEED WITH ORDE
R THREE-PROCEED W
ITH ORDER THREE..
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Of course! Erik turned and fled, rolling as fast as his recently serviced
skutter wheels could carry him. He hoped the primitives hadn't had a service in
a while. Stealing a glance behind him, he saw that silicone God was too busy to
answer his prayers. His pursuers were hot on his tail. He wouldn't have much
time once he reached Mickys quarters...
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He could hear the primitives chasing him were getting nearer. Not wanting to
slow himself down by checking he just lowered his claw and carried on sprinting
to Mickys quarters.
Erik rounded a corner to see a stack of boxes in his way, but instead of slowing
down or avoiding them, he just played car chase music through his exterior
speaker and boosted straight through them, spraying packing chips and cardboard
everywhere.
Chase music still playing he turned into another corner early and drifted his
way round.
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JUST LIKE THE MOV
IES!!!...........
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His over excited processors were chirping at him again.
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DO A JUMP OVER TH
AT BROKEN CRATE!.
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Erike sped forwards and hit the broken crate, which had, luckily to his current
situation been placed to look exactly like a ramp! He hit it with exact
precision, though the same could not be said for one of the primitives chasing
him. Three of them jumped it with ease, the fourth hit it at an angle and went
toppling down the corridor, taking kncoks and bangs and becoming more dented and
broken each time it hit the floor. Finally with a whoosh of electric fire and
spark it exploded into numerous small pieces.
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ONE DOWN-ONE TO G
O................
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Erik sped on down the corridor with the remaining primitives in hot pursuit.
Sliding round the next corner he glanced back to see there were only two.
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ERROR-ERROR-ERROR
PRIMITIVE LOCATIO
N NOT FOUND!.....
THERE SHOULD BE 3
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His processors were right. One of the remaining primitives had just dissapeard.
He hoped it too had taken a fall.
His fresh, serviced motors were starting to tire out, but luckily someone had
left a conviniently placed fruit stall in the corridor.
Erik turned up his chase music and made a revving sound as he willed his motors
to keep going faster.
There was a loud smash as he made contact with the fruit stall, sending apples
and oranges flying everywhere. The first primative, carrying the torch got
through with no problems, but the second got a splinter of wood in his tire,
blowing the air out of it and sending him careening off into the wall, to end in
very much the same way as his dead counterpart.
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YIPPEEEEE!.......
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Erik allowed himself a squeek of joy as he made the turn into Mickys room,
knowing exactly what it was he was going to do.
Without stopping he shot straight over to the countertop and picked up a bottle
of Mickys home brew. Quickly searching his audio banks, Erik found the file he
wanted as the primitive holding the torch stopped in wonder at what Erik was
about to do.
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PLAY FILE........
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"So tell me, do you feel lucky, Punk?"
Erik flung the bottle as hard as he could at the primitive with the torch, who
obviously had no idea what was about to happen.
When it made contact with its hard casing the bottle smashed, sending the super
strength liquor splashing all over the primitives body, into its gearing and,
hopefully, running into its processors.
Erik waited for his moment.
"Well, do ya?"
He dashed forwards, catching the other skutter, still confused from being
covered in this foul smelling liquid, off guard and knocked the torch out of its
claw.
If Erik hadn't known better, he would have sworn he heard it screaming as the
flames took light from the torch, searing hot fire into its casing and its
processors and gears. Electric fire and sparks mixed in with the flames from the
liquor, turning green and blue and red and finally ending in an explosion that
lifted Erik off his wheels slightly, sending bits of primitive skutter flying
all over Mickys quarters.
Looking around, Erik couldn't help wondering what happened to the fourth
primative. He shrugged it off and got to work on Order three.
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