"I give, I gave, I have given."

When: A while ago, Just before Davie showed up on the flight
deck and got the mission from Seymour Nipples
*This is a flash back!*
Where: habitation decks
Who: Harvey, and Davie
 
<Snip>
He popped a G.U.N.K. grenade off of combat belt around his
waist, and hurled it at down the vent. It exploded, sealing the shaft with a
goopish liquid, stopping the killer fruit in it's tracks. "Nice one!"
said Harvey,
slowing his pace, "Where to now?" he asked. "The habitation
decks." said Davie,
replacing his shotgun on in it's holster.
<End Snip>
 
            Harvey stopped above the vent leading down into Davie's quarters, and Davie turned in the weightlessness of zero
gravity to face it. He peered down into the room for some time, checking to see
if any Space Corps lackeys were lying in wait for his return. "Anything?" asked
Harvey, twisting his small, floating peewee body
to face Davie.
"No, I think we're good." Davie
replied, removing the vent grate. He floated slowly downwards, checking all of
the corners of the room. Once he was sure it was empty, he pulled himself fully
inside, and Harvey
followed.
            Davie pulled a metal foot
locker out from underneath his bed, and unlocked it. The lid swung open in the
gravity-less interior of his room, revealing a box full of weapons, ammunition,
and all manner of other assortments. "Woah!" said Harvey in amazement, "What did you do, rob an
armory?"
            "Not quite.
I was going to open a shop on the Promenade, and this was going to be one the
thing s I was selling. Unfortunately then, but fortunate now, the JMC planning
commission denied my shop owners permit."
            Davie began to strip his
exoskeleton of, placing it in, and the shot gun that came with it in the
locker. Underneath the armor he was still wearing his Security uniform, now
blood soaked and stained from the events of the last few days. He dawned a
fresh uniform and replaced the locker underneath his bed. Suddenly, as Davie floated several feet above the floor, artificial
gravity resumed, and Davie
fell face first onto the floor with a loud thud.
He groaned and rolled onto his back, and as looked up at the vent on the
ceiling, two dozen tomatoes fell down at him. He closed his eyes and the
kamikaze tomatoes exploded all over him, drenching him in tomato sauce. Harvey burst into an uncontrollable laughter, and Davie sat up, comically
wiping tomato sauce from his eyes. "That's absolutely hilarious!" exclaimed Harvey, "I have to see
that again!" and he began replaying a video of the incident over and over on
his video screen. "Shut up." said Davie, only
worsening Harvey's
fit of laughter. "Don't you something more important to be doing?" asked Davie. "You're absolutely
right!" Harvey
managed to choke out in between bursts of laughter. He continued giggling and
laughing involuntary as he floated up through the vent and out of hearing
range.
            Davie stood to full
height, pieces of tomato skin falling off of his, up until a moment ago, clean
uniform. He stepped out his door cautiously, looking in both directions, and
began walking down the corridor. Before he got halfway to the lift, a voice
yelled out behind in a French accent. "Pvt. Jones! Get over ere!"
            Davie tensed, and turned
to see a security Lieutenant he didn't recognize, standing at the other end of
the corridor. Best play it cool. he
thought, and began walking briskly towards the lieutenant. He stopped a few
feet away and snapped a swift, swirling salute. "Pvt., ave you seen any one wis dis armor?" asked the Lieutenant, holding up a
picture of Davie's
exoskeleton helmet. "No, sir." said Davie.
"If you do report it immediately. It belong to a very dangerous man going by ze
name of `Admiral Kirk', and ee seems to somehow ave access to ze crews files."
            "What do
you mean?"
            "He used ze
security clearance of one of ze security staff to board ze ship. Your's, to be
precise."
            "What?!"
            "Oui, but
we new it couldn't be you, your time sheet showed you in ze wormhole drive room
on patrol. If you see anyone wis
dis armor, or any suspicious characters, report zem."
"Of course, sir."
"We also ave a mission for you."
"Sir?"
"Recon ze flight deck. Zere as been
mutinous activity down zere, you're going to look into it."
"Yes sir! Right away sir!"
"Ze captain already as you on a
short leash. Don't screw up or you'll end up in zee brig! Report to ze security
department to file your report when your done."
"Yes, sir!"
"And why are you covered in tomato
sauce?"
"Ehh…Cooking accident, sir."
The lieutenant looked at him
strangely for a moment, then said "Right…well get to work!" and walked off down
the corridor. Davie
sighed heavily, relieved, and giggled to himself at the whole situation. Admiral Kirk…he thought as he began
walking for the lift. Captain says jump I
say smeg off…on the other hand…I'm in a good position for a little spy work...
            Davie smiled, and pressed stepped inside the
lift.
 
<TBC>
<OOC – This flash back just
explains a few things. Also for anyone who didn't catch it, I renamed Holly v2,
or had him rename himself Harvey, because it was inspired a bit by Farscape.> 
                                                *          *          *
 
When: Meanwhile on a completely different side of the flight
deck than the resistance is on. (a little bit the flash back)
Who: Some security personnel
 
            The French
security crew member floated above the Star Bug cockpit that carried Justin and
the scutter onboard, peering inside. He spotted a small, diamond shaped object
swaying steadily up towards him. He reached out and grabbed it. "What's zat?"
asked his counter part. "Looks like a light bee."
            "So why
mess wis it?"
            "Why not?"
he said twirling it over in his hands.
            "Put it
down, will you?"
            "What's zee
big deal?" he said as his thumb rolled over a button on it's side. The light
bee exploded, squirting a sludgy blue liquid all over his shirt. "Ahh! Zis
shirt's new!" he hollered.
            "Didn't I
tell you not to mess wis
it? Go on an get to ze laundry to get zat taken care of."
            The
Frenchmen cursed quietly to him self as he headed for one of the laundry mats
on the promenade.
           
 
<OOC – I thought I would just make the possibility open
that we still might get zombies as a back post or something. Even if zombies
don't come of this, the queen is still on the Zed list.>
 
 
                                                            *          *          *
 
 
When: Now
Where: Deck 13
Who: Davie,
Justin, and Efof
 
<Snip>
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.
<End Snip>
 
            The guards
hand collided with his head. "You're next!" the guard gruffly churned out.
"Hey, watch it smeghead! Or I might just have to use one of the many ways I
know how remove testicles, and I don't mean off the GELFs!" said Davie angrily, and the
guard shrunk backwards. "Well, I'm next!" he said, stepping towards the next
GELF in line, it's legs chained just far enough apart for Davie to reach behind
it and start cutting. "Hey Justin?"
            "Yeah?"
            "Roll that
bin over here, will you?"
            Justin
turned, and grabbed hold of a large metal bin, wheeling it towards Davie. Davie squeezed his clippers, and Govine
howled. Davie
dropped the golden balls into the bin, and they landed with clunk. After a while of repetitiously
chopping and dropping, the metal bin was finally full, but only a small portion
of the Govines were neutered. "Take that down to the cargo bay!" ordered the
guard that hit Davie.
Davie glared
back at him. "Please?" he added squeakishly. Davie complied, stepping towards the metal
and beginning to wheel it off towards the cargo bay. "Don't wait up!" he said
as he left group.
            When he
reached the cargo deck he stopped, and picked up a pair of the golden balls and
rolled them around in his hand. He smiled and started giggling. He turned and
quickly left the cargo bay with bullocks in his hand.
 
                                                            *          *          *
 
Who: Fifi Castillo
Where: Her quarters
When: A little while after Davie
left the Cargo Bay.
 
 
            The door
ringer buzzed again, and Castillo annoyedly removed the soapy wash clothe from
her face, and glanced at the door. It rang again, twice this time. "Who is it?"

            "Special
delivery!" replied an enthusiastic voice. " `Old on!"
            The rang
impatiently again as she stepped out of the bath, wrapping up in a silk bath
robe, and wrapping a cotton towel  around
her hair. The door rang again, more impatient that the last. "Merde! I said hold on!" 
            She stepped over to the
door and it slid open. She was met by a android clone of Jasper Carrott, who said
happily "You have a gift from a secret admirer!" and handed her the gift,
walking off down the corridor. She closed the door, and sat down by her bed.
She opened the small box, and a note dropped out that read "A beautiful gift,
for a wonderful woman."
            She
smiled, and pulled out of the box a pair of round, beautifully polished golden
earrings.
           
           
 
            "Je donne, je donné, j'ai donné."
said Davie aloud as he walked back to Deck 13, laughing at the prospect that
next time he saw the captain, she might be wearing a pair of GELF testicles on
the sides of her head. He laughed harder.
 
<Tag/TBC>