Jayne: \"Clone\" with me if you want to live....SORRY!!

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Did
they know he was here? Were they going to torture and kill him? Or did they just
want a new binbag for the officers mess hall? Just as he grabbed his trusty mop
to prepare for combat, the door slid open to reveal...
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"WHO GOES THERE!" demanded Alistair as the figure slinked into the room.
"Jesus!" came the startled reply, and Alistair suddenly found a shotgun thrust
into his face. Alistair meekly lowered his mop, realising it's effectiveness
against two barrels of lead was probably going to be fairly minimal. The
newcomer paused for a second then lowered her weapon. "Sorry" she said "You
startled me……" she gazed around the cupboard "Wait..have you been living in
here?"
"Erm..no.." Alastair lied. "Actually…yes…" he admitted. "There are mimes out
there you know!"
"I know…" the woman replied "I've spent the last week trying to avoid them,
while sabotaging the ship. You're lucky I came in here, or who'd have known how
long you might have been here."
"why did you come in here?"
The woman pointed up at the grate in the ceiling. "Need to get to the cargo
decks, it's where Dean and I mounting our guerrilla runs from…, well I say Dean
and I, he mostly just eats toasties and orders me about…I'm trying to avoid the
mimes. I'm Jayne by the way, I'm a security officer."
"Alistair..erm..sciency bloke."
"Met up with anyone else from the crew?"
"To be honest I thought I was the only one aboard…"
"Hrm.." Jayne mused "Dean, and now you, are the only one's I've met too, we're
not sure where the rest of the crew are, but we managed to avoid being captured
by the mimes and are now trying to render the ship useless to them."
"So what now?" Alistair asked
"Now…we head back to Dean…" Jayne replied
<tag Alistair, nice to have you back>
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "babylonrebel2" <acruelangelsthesis@...>
wrote:
>
> Alistair had no idea what was going on. He'd spent a couple of days in stasis
to get away from the sheer arse-numbing boredom of working in the labs and
awoken to find the ship overrun with mimes. He didn't know where they came from
and cared even less. All he knew was that they were hostile and that he'd spent
the past couple of nights holed up in one of the broom cupboards on Y-Deck. He'd
ran into 1st Technician Gibson - a particularly loathsome chap from Bristol who
had the annoying habit of using "mega", "wicked" and "crucial" as verbs - who
had babbled some nonsense about mimes and parallel dimensions before running off
to find a table to hide under.
> For the moment, Alistair was content with hiding in the broom cupboard. Every
so often he'd sneek out in search of supplies - armed with a particularly
fearesome looking mop - and return to his cupboard in order to await the
eventual liberation of the ship, rescue by the rumoured rebel forces striking
back against the mimes or death. Unfortunately, judging by the skill and talent
he'd seen aboard Blue Dwarf in his time onboard, he'd ended up falling asleep
whilst drafting the inscription for his gravestone.
> Lying on the stack of toilet rolls he'd turned into a makeshift bed, Alistair
wolfed down the frozen, but somehow charred, fish fingers he'd stolen from a
supply bunker a few floors up. He'd been reduced to eating them cold as the
flame on his lighter had spluttered and died the day before and he couldn't
start a larger fire without alerting the invasion force.
> Suddenly, he heard a click. Someone was attempting to enter his cupboard. Did
they know he was here? Were they going to torture and kill him? Or did they just
want a new binbag for the officers mess hall? Just as he grabbed his trusty mop
to prepare for combat, the door slid open to reveal...
>
> <OOC: Been out of the game for a while. Like Alistair I have no idea of what's
going on. Someone feel free to discover him and/or rescue him!>
>