Jayne:- Faulty Clonestruction

"No way!" She said. "Those access codes allow you to override any locked door onthe entire ship. Even secure areas."The infidel raised an eyebrow. His plan would be easy once he got the accesscode."It's fine. I'll not tell anyone." He said.

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“I don’t know Seymour” said Jayne. “You’re not space corp. personnel”
“This is an emergency!” Seymour replied “I’m sure you can bend the rules a little!”
Jayne paused for a moment to think, Seymour wasn’t exactly a criminal, but Jay would kill her for letting him have access. That said, was she really one to preach when in the past she’d been known to use the DNA scanners to secretly get access to areas of the ship that required Jay’s direct authorisation? Harris really ought to do something about that, what with her sharing the Captains DNA exactly, save for a chromosome.
“The answer is no Nipples”
“Niples”
“Niples. I’ll come with you, I’ll open the armoury, and I’ll assign you a weapon. Something suitable for civilian use”
“..fine…let’s just hurry.”
Jayne raised an eyebrow. Seymour wasn’t usually so accommodating…nor would he normally have just brushed off being referred to as a mere ‘civilian’.
“Problem?” Seymour snapped.
“..not at all..” Jayne replied and the pair headed toward the security office.
 
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Spidette ran into the store room behind, quickly followed by the mercenarieswith explosive rounds."WAIT!" Cassandra shouted at them. "Don't fire! There's enough explosives inhere to tear a hole in the-"
 
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Cassandra’s warning came too late, her eyes widened and grabbing Alota, she dived forward, through the hole into Club Fister, and still clutching the baby, sheltered herself behind the clubs bar as an explosion rang through the club and a ball of flame torched overhead, just missing Cassandra as she hit the ground. Cassandra raised a finger to her lips, and made a shushing noise to the now crying Alota, before poking her head above the bar.
Club Fister was a mess, too bad she knew that Le Soutener would no doubt have some kind of insurance scam up his sleeve to get back on his feet in no time.
She fell back behind the bar and grabbed a large bottle of scotch from the wall, taking a large gulp she sighed deeply and glanced over at Alota. "Glad that's over huh?"
She didn't get to rest for long however, as the deck below her rumbled loudly...
 
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Who:- Jayne and The infidel Niples
Where:- Near the security office.
Jayne had grabbed a fire extinguisher from a nearby wall and was trying, in vain to douse the flames that were still spreading across the promenade. "We need to put the fires out, before we can reach the weapons!" she said to Seymour, who did nothing to help, but merely tapped his foot impatiently. "Just hurry!" he said "I nee....er, I mean WE need those guns...""Wait.." said Jayne, hearing a noise "what was that?" she looked in the direction of Spidette, now battling with the security forces that had recently entered, realising that that wasn't where the sound had originated she looked in another direction, and saw plumes of smoke and flame coming from inside Club Fister. Realising that there had been an explosion, she began running back toward the club."Where are you going?" Seymour yelled after her, "What about the weapons?""First thing's first!" Jayne replied "There are people in there, INCLUDING your daughter!"Seymour cursed under his breath and reluctantly followed.There was a sudden loud rumbling beneath the deckplates as they ran, stopping them both in their tracks. "Please tell me that was the caviar you had for breakfast?" Jayne remarked, looking at Seymour who said nothing, but simply shook his head."...damn..." was all that Jayne managed to muster before the deck, significantly weakened by the flames, and the sudden explosion collapsed downward, the entire promenade, which ran the entire length of the ship fell from beneath their feet, smashing through the deck plates below, taking everyone, and everything on the promenades lower level with it.
A deck down, Jayne dug herself out from a pile of rubble and consumer goods.
"Well.." she said "That's never happened before...."
 
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