Pancake produces pain

Who: Justin Pancake and Efof
Where: Blue Dwarf, near the Flight Deck (or as it was known, 'Resistance HQ')
When: A few days ago, just as Seymour and all the resistance were escaping the Flight Deck
Justin fired all he had at the escaping resistance members. Next to him, his sexy holographic friend Kara McGellan was firing too. She looked at him whilst mowing down a middle aged woman, and winked.
God, she was so sexy.
Justin fired again, this time killing a young man with ginger stubble. He stopped.
"Why are you stopping?" Kara said, lowering her weapon.
Justin pointed to the dead man lying on the floor in front of him. "That guy used to work opposite me."
"Oh." Said Kara. "How well did you know him?"
Justin thought back to all the jokes they'd shared, and occasional workplace banter. "Not that well. But it was his birthday last month, and a few of us chipped in and bought him a cake. It had a picture of the JMC logo on it, just for a laugh because it was also his third year working for the JMC."
Kara scoffed. "Well he's a traitor". She said with no remorse. "He's turned his back on the JMC, and decided to attack us. He's a terrorist. Don't forget that!"
Justin sucked in his lip. "I know... but..." Justin sat down on the floor with his back up against the gunmetal grey bulkhead.
"But what?" Kara said, standing over him. Her sexy holographic body loomed over him.
"Don't you ever wonder what they're fighting for? Maybe they've got a point."
"I don't like where this is going." Said Kara.
Justin sighed. "What's so special about the JMC anyway? Last week I chopped the testicles off some poor creatures. Those poor poor creatures. Their screams still haunt me."
Kara turned her head to the escaping resistance, and back to Justin. "You picked a bad time to grow a conscience Justin."
"Don't you ever wonder if you're doing the wrong thing? I mean... maybe I should be working for the resistance too."
"Oh for smeg's sake!" Said Kara. "Don't get all soppy on me. I thought you were cool."
"What do you mean?" Justin said, looking up at her. From the angle he was sitting, her perfectly rendered breasts eclipsed the lights on the ceiling.
"I mean... I like you Justin. I thought you were strong and ruthless. Don't go turning into a wimp!"
Justin stood up quickly. "I'm not a wimp!"
Kara raised an eyebrow and handed him his weapon. "Prove it!"
He snatched the bazukoid off her and fired it straight into the head of a muscular bald man who was trying to escape from the flight deck. "See?"
"Good." Said Kara, and grinned.
"He was my gym instructor. I didn't like him anyway."
As he continued to open fire, Justin looked around. There were several Security Guards shooting at the resistance members, all of them wearing the new JMC uniforms with the Nazi-style logo on the arm.
Stood to the side of them was Efof, holding up his gun but not firing. He caught Justin's eye but looked sheepish.
Something in Justin snapped. He was going to show Kara once and for good that he wasn't a wimp.
"Oi!" He shouted at Efof, and stomped towards him. Efof started shaking in his boots.
"Err... yes fellow JMC employee?" Said Efof.
Justin grabbed the barrel of Efof's gun. "Aha! Just as I thought, your gun is cold. You haven't been firing it at all!"
"But... but... those people are my friends!" Efof whimpered. "I don't want to shoot them."
"But you were given a direct order by Castillo weren't you?"
"Erm... yes."
"Those people are traitors to the JMC, and traitors to this ship." He paused. "Are you a traitor too?"
"I... uh... I don't think so." Said Efof, trying his best not to sound as if he was lying.
"Come with me." Said Justin.
Kara nodded in approval as she watched Justin march Efof towards the interrogation room.
"Noooo... not there again!" The Ffionian cried.
30 minutes later, Efof left the room, this time not only missing a finger, but an entire hand. He was sobbing over his bloody stump.
Inside the dark interrogation room, Justin sat doubled over the waste bin where he'd thrown Efof's amputated hand. A queasy Justin Pancake covered the lifeless hand in vomit as he hurled uncontrollably.
Kara McGellan stroked his back. "It's okay, it's your first interrogation. After you've chopped off a few more limbs you'll get used to it."
Justin wiped some sick from his lips. "Get used to it? Why do I want to get used to it?"
"Because this is your job now." Said another voice.
The metal door creaked as it closed, and the clack clack of stillettos on the metal floor let Justin know that it was Castillo, only seconds before the overwhelming stench of Gauloises cigarettes. "Well done Lieutenant Pancake." She said. "I was watching on ze CCTV, you did a very good job. You have a real passion for doing what needs to be done."
"Yes Captain." Said Justin and saluted.
"Zere is another prisoner I need you to interrogate."
Justin looked unsure. He glanced at Kara who had a beaming face of confidence, she nodded at him to spur him on.
"Yes Captain. Whatever you say Captain." Justin said.
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Who: Justin Pancake and Rufus
Where: Deck 13
When: During 'Operation Gauloises'
Rufus stepped away from the metal cell door, allowing Justin to enter the room. Two big burly guard at each side of him pointed their guns towards the prisoner.
"W-w-w-what are you g-g-g-going to d-d-do to me?" Rufus asked nervously, as he watched Justin quietly place a black leather bag down on the table and take out some sharp cutting implements.
"I don't want to have to do anything." Said Justin. "But I will if I have to. I'm under orders, so please don't blame me for anything."
Rufus gulped.
Justin picked up the largest of the items, it was a shiny pair of cutting pliers. "These can cut straight through human fingers. I've seen it before." He said.
"What do you w-w-w-want?" Rufus said.
Justin's eyes shifted from the torture device to Rufus. "Captain Castillo wants your help. Ever since this stupid resistance began, Holly has been working for them."
"Even an artificial i-i-i-i-intelligence knows what's right and what's w-w-w-wrong!" Rufus joked, but the grin was wiped off his face when Justin nodded to the guard. The stronger man leaned over and grabbed Rufus' arm, pulling it down onto the table.
Justin placed the pliers around Rufus' little finger and starting applying some pressure.
"W-w-wait!" Rufus said. "What do you want me to d-d-do?"
"You're good with computers. I want you to reprogram Holly to follow everything Captain Castillo says."
"B-b-b-but he's intelligent, he's got his own opinions, his own f-f-feelings..."
Justin applied some more pressure on the finger, and it started to bruise. Rufus tensed.
"Can it be done?"
Justin squeezed harder and a drop of blood came from the finger.
"Can it be done?!" Justin repeated, louder.
"Yes!" Said Rufus.
"Will you do it? Will you reprogram Holly?"
Justin waited for Rufus' reply, if he squeezed any harder the finger would drop off.
<Tag – Becca, will Rufus give in to torture? Or will you rescue him in time? Or will he get his finger chopped off?>