Pancake pinches precious privates

Who: Justin Pancake
Where: Gravity control
When: Before the golden bollocks chopping incident
Justin snapped the casing shut on the gravity generator and powered it up. The machine hummed and he felt gravity returning underneath his feet. For him, this was a good job well done, he'd probably get some praise from the Captain, possibly even a promotion. He hoped the Captain herself would come round and congratulate him personally. He was hoping so... because he was going to kill her.
"She's coming, she's coming!" Said a junior engineer excitedly, and soon enough Justin could see Captain Castillo coming around the corridor in her high heels and smart black jacket, with a bold JMC logo, worn with pride.
Justin stroked the laser pistol behind his back with his thumb. The weapon felt like a heavy burden in his hand, but he was confident he was going to use it.
When she got close enough, he was going to pull the gun out, raise it to her head, and squeeze the trigger. It didn't matter if she was surrounded by Security Officers, even if they killed him, he would die feeling glad that he had killed her.
She got closer, asking which genius engineer it was who had fixed the gravity. Someone pointed to him and she walked over.
"Bonjour, Monsieur...."
"Pancake." He said. "Justin Pancake." He thought about the next words that came into his head. "And you're going to die" he thought about saying, or "It's time to meet your cheese-eating maker" or "Time for you to go to the patisserie in the sky".
But he didn't say either. He just stood there clutching the gun behind his back where nobody could see it.
"Well done Monsieur Pancake". Said Captain Castillo. "I'm sure you'll go far."
Pancake froze. His bottom lip quivered.
Far? Go far? He thought about what she meant. Did she know something? Did she know that he was being constantly manipulated by a time travelling man with bushy eyebrows and a twisted sense of humour?
Justin was sick of it. He was sick of being manipulated. Potential had told him too many times that he'll be Captain as long as he did this or that.
He gripped the gun tightly. This was his way of rebelling against Potential. Potential would never see this coming.
As the Captain stared at him, Justin looked around the room, trying to find any signs telling him what to do. This was the type of pivotal moment in his life he'd usually see a sign for 'The corridor of Infinite Perversions'. But there was nothing.
Nothing, because those were the pivotal moments in his life that Potential decided. This was a moment he decided.
He was close enough to press the gun right against her head and blow her brains out.
This was the moment.
He had to do it now.
The moment was passing.
Castillo nodded at him. "As you were." She said, and spun on one of her sharp heels. "We have a rebellion to crush."
Justin let out an emotional sign as she began to walk away. He started to hate himself. Why didn't he shoot her? Why didn't he kill her? It wasn't as if he was a decent or moral person!
Not killing her was as good as working for her. He desperately wanted to join all the other cool crewmembers and rebel against her, but something was stopping him. It wasn't his sense of duty, he hated authority figures, and he hated Castillo. But somehow... he admired her.
He heard she kept a tank of live frogs in her office that she pulled the legs off to eat. Everyone else thought that was gross. Justin thought it was cool.
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Who: Justin and DR Kyra Gum, Psychiatrist
Where: Psychiatrist office
When: Later, but before the
"You did what?!" The Psychiatrist Kyra Gum asked him.
"I was going to assassinate the Captain. But it's okay, I'm better now." Justin said.
"So... like I said, there's this time travelling guy from the future who wants me to do all this stupid stuff to become Captain one day."
"Oh?" Said the Psychiatrist sceptically. "What does he make you do?"
"Oh... stupid things, like he told me to help Willy Eckerslike, and he told me to help the Hymenoptera."
The Psychiatrist wrote these things down. "So, the so-called 'stupid stuff' he told you was to help your boss, and to do your job?"
"Err..." Justin said, and noticed how prominent the JMC logo was on the Psychiatrist's white jacket.
"William Eckerslike was the head of the JMC and his death was a great loss to this company." She said. "If his alliance with the Hymenoptera had worked, it would make the JMC the most powerful company in the galaxy."
"I... I guess..." Said Justin. "But wasn't he evil?"
The psychiatrist scribbled something down.
"No! Don't write that I said that!" Justin said. "Of course he wasn't evil! I know that! He was a... good boss."
She nodded.
"I...uhh... just mean that lots of people thought that the Hymenoptera are evil."
Dr Gum put the pen to her mouth, leaned back in her chair and asked him a question. "What do you think of the Hymenoptera?"
Justin got a flashback of himself desperately trying to become a Hymenoptera, just like Rosette. "I used to really like them. REALLY like them. But I guess it was just a fad. I really wanted to be the first Human Captain of a Hymenoptera ship."
The psychiatrist nodded. "And how do you feel about the JMC?" She moved as though showing him the JMC logo on her chest more clearly. He stared at it, and thought about how the round logo traced the contours of her breast.
"I... um... I like the JMC I guess. Although I suppose some people have gone off it a bit... that's why there's a resistance."
"But you're not going to join the resistance are you?" Dr Gum said.
"No of course not." Said Justin.
"Good!" She said. "Because we wouldn't want to loose a brilliant officer like you."
Justin smiled. "Oh thank you!" He said, feeling bashful.
Dr Gum stood up. "You can go back to work now."
"I will!" Justin said, walking out with a positive spring in his step. He even looked at the JMC logo above the door as he exited, and as he saw it he felt so proud to be on such a great ship, working for a great Captain.
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Who: Efof, Davie, Justin
Where: Deck 13
When: After the Govine Bulls were brought aboard
<snip>
A hundred Govine bulls were chained to the floor by their
hooves, and neither were sure what was going on but they were all angry about
it.
"Release us!" They all chanted, pawing their hooves on the metal floor but
unable to charge.
Efof stood with several other JMC officers including Justin and Davie who all
looked nervously at the herd of angry bulls in front of them.
<end snip>
Justin looked at the clippers in his hand and operated them a few times, slicing nothing but air. They were sharp, and he knew how to use them.
He didn't question why Castillo had ordered them to do this. He was feeling quite positive about her and the JMC right now. He'd do almost anything she commanded.
He approached one of the creatures, under the watchful eyes of the JMC guards, who were very pushy. Castillo seemed to have brought out the worst in everyone. The closest bull looked more angry than scared, clouds of steam came out of his inflamed nostrils. It shouted some insults at Justin, they could speak English well enough, but weren't intelligent enough to have a proper conversation with. Justin had no problems mutilating these creatures.
Some guards held the creature down, making sure it couldn't move although it tried. Justin bend down to reach under the male creature's legs, and brought his large scissors up to the Govine's dangly bits.
There was no mistake, this creature's testicles were made of gold. He had no idea how how this freak accident of nature happened, but it was quite clear it had. They were two solid round nuggets hanging together, each swinging like a pendulum as the bull moved.
Although he had no problems doing this, Justin was still squeamish. He put his hands between his legs and looked away as he made the snip.
The bull's screams became more high pitched and Justin felt the two heavy weights in his hands. They looked like two blood covered Christmas baubles.
He looked back at Efof and Davie, who were glaring at him in absolute disgust. "How could you!" Shouted Davie before a JMC guard smacked him upside the head and told him to go next.
<OOC - tag, Efof, Davie? Are you going to do it? >