Custard and Guns

Where: Corridor
When: After Efof confided in Davie to find him some custard
Who: Davie,
Efof
<Snip>
"You look terrible!" David said.
Efof nodded, and showed his bleeding hand. "One down, nineteen to
go." He said.
Davie offered
to help, and Efof said something he wasn't expecting.
"Custard."
"What?"
"Custard. It's a human thing apparently. All I know is it helps me grow
limbs back."
David nodded.
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            Davie nodded. "Okay," he
said, "come with me to my quarters, I have some there."
            They
reached Davie's
quarters and stepped inside. He opened his fridge and pulled a vanilla custard
out hand it to Efof. Efof quickly downed a good portion of the custard,
slathering the remainder on the open would that until recently was his finger.
"Thank you!" he exclaimed stepping forward to give Davie a hug. "Uhh…you're welcome!" said Davie as he tried to
wriggle out of the Fifonian's four armed grip. "I had better get back to my
shift before I lose another finger!"
            "What? You
lose fingers when you're not on duty?"
            "I do now!
The captain has started cutting fingers off whenever anyone disobeys her
orders!"
            "Oh…brilliant."
Davie said
flatly with a hint of sarcasm.
            "Well thank
you for the custard, I appreciate it." Efof turned to leave. "Wait!" said Davie, reaching back into
the fridge. "Take these."
            He handed
Efof package of individually wrapped custards. Efof smiled and tried to hug Davie again. "I like
you!" he said, "You're nice!"
            "Well, uh,
thanks! You too!"
            Efof turned
and walked out of the room, hurrying back to his shift with a cluster of
custard occupying two of his four hands, the others busy massaging custard on
to his severed finger stump. Davie
smiled, then turned and pulled the foot locker of weapons and supplies out from
underneath his bunk, pulling over by the door. He grabbed a hold of the set of
vertical lockers that were standing up next to his bathroom door, and laid them
flat on the ground. "Right then," Davie
said aloud, "viva le resistance."
 
                                                            *          *          *
Davie
pushed the heavily loaded gravity sled down the corridor, heaving it along with
every step. He caught the attention of a young security Pvt. in a seemingly
Nazi uniform who offered to help.
"Sure, thanks."
"So where are we taking it?"
"Cargo bay one."
They pushed the gravity sled into
the lift, and headed for cargo bay one. The lift suddenly stopped short of the Cargo Bay,
nearly knocking both of them to the floor. "What was that?!" asked the Pvt. He
looked at the readout on the elevator control panel and saw that the lift was
now heading for Flight Deck 1. He turned towards Davie, who was smiling. The Pvt. looked down
to see Davie
holding a laser pistol near his hip, pointing it in his direction. "Consider
yourself a prisoner of the resistance, Private."
"Ahh…smeg!"
 
                                                            *          *          *
 
Davie
pointed the pistol at the Private, making him push the gravity sled into the
Flight Deck. "Take this guy and lock him up somewhere," said Davie, motioning towards one of the
resistance members, "but if I hear he's been mistreated, he get's to decide how
to punish the smeg head who mistreated him."
            Davie opened the foot
locker and dawned his exoskeleton, strapping on full combat rigging over it. He
wore his shotgun in it's holster hanging on his right thigh, a pistol on his
left, his combat knife on his belt, and he wore a bandolier of fragmentation
and G.U.N.K. grenades over his shoulder. He racked the slide on his laser rifle
and slung it over his shoulder, picking up a Bazookoid. He walked up to
Ambassador Niples' desk, and Seymour
looked at him. "Ah, Davie!
How do I look?"
            Seymour was wearing what seemed to Davie to be an admirals uniform. "A bit
pretentious?" he replied. "Never mind about fashion, Jones. I'm a very busy
man, what running a rebellion and all. What do you need to tell me?"
            "I wanted
to tell you I brought medical supplies and some weapons. I figured you could
use them."
            "Why, thank
you! I'd put you up for the Space Corps. Medal of Honor, were we not fighting
them. Is that it?"
            "Yeah, I'll
be around the flight deck if you need me."    
            "Good, we
will, soon."
 
 
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<OOC -  Okay
Seymour, Rosette, what do you need me to do?>