MP: Origins

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The place erupted into chaos, the entire tribe of mini-Phil’s dashing over to try and grab the prize, a vicious brawl quickly erupting between them as each tried to claim it as his own
“There’s your distraction” Cass shouted above the din as she scooped up her jacket “Now, run!”
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They left the casino and continued to the Security offices, which were now a maze of abandoned offices, with overgrown yukka plants and ferns creating vines that twisted around the walls and ceiling. Haunting cries of “EeeEEEeeeee” came from the corridor that lead down to the security cells. The team decided not to go that way. “That's probably where the very worst of the sexual deviants are locked up.” Commented Jay, still pushing Seymour in his shopping trolley.
“The WORST?” Seymour shouted. “So the behaviour of those back there was supposed to be perfectly normal? One of the vertically challenged little gentleman humped me in the face. The FACE I say!”

They found their way to the Armoury, and hunted around for power cells for their weapons. Most of the guns had been taken, presumably by simulants or perhaps the little perverts, although for something probably far more kinky than self defence.

Cassandra pushed open an adjoining door, and saw something that captured her interest.
“Let me see, let me see!” Seymour said, put Jay couldn't push him over the vines and roots that lined the floor.
“It's a machine” Cass said. “It looks like it's been cobbled together, probably by the skutters.”

Dropping from the ceiling was another of the Mini-Phil clones, making Cassandra jump.
“What's happening?” Seymour said, pulling himself to the front of the shopping trolley and peering over the edge.
“It's a clone, stark bollock naked... oh... I spoke too soon when I said 'bollock'.” She said.
The small creature somersaulted through the air and landed into the trolley with Seymour. It was naked, but devoid of any genitals, only a scar where they should be. But Seymour didn't want to stare. “It's been neutered. Thank god!” he said, but the creature was still creepy.

Seymour pressed his back as far as he could from the creature, which was just staring at him and holding a ceremonial spear with a purple dildo attached to the end. The clone jabbed the floppy rubber schlong into Seymour's cheek, and repeated the same noise over and over. “Eee Eee Eee Eee”.
“Some help would be appreciated!” Seymour said in panic. “No, not in my mouth, I don't know where it's been!” He told the clone.
Jay picked up the clone by the scruff of it's neck and flung him back into the room.
“Eeeeeeeeee” said the clone, just standing there. It was clearly different from the rest, the fact it didn't want to instantly have sex with them was a miracle. But without any testicles, it probably didn't have any inclination.
“Eeeeeeemergency.” it said.
“Oh this one can talk!” Jay said.
“Who cares? He can say one word, it's hardly stimulating dinner conversation.” Said Seymour. “Let's go. Push me!”
“Eeeeeeeemergency eeeeeeeeeengineer.” The small clone said, and pointed to the machine.

Cassandra walked closer to the machine, it was a booth with a glass front. “It looks like the cloning machine that made them all.” She said. Brushing off some dust she revealed the words Emergency Engineer.
A screen lit up, showing the genetic patterns of several Blue Dwarf crewmembers.
“Holly must have built this to try and clone an army of Engineers to repair the ship whilst we were in stasis. He was trying to create clones of Phil Febuggure, but ended up making these instead.” she pointed to the eunuch Mini-Phil.

The machine started to rattle, then come alive. It glowed inside, and their small naked eunuch friend motioned for them to stand well back. Another clone appeared in the machine, and smoke started to billow out of the back, followed by sparks.
“Is it supposed to do that? It looks broken.” Seymour said.
The door slid open, and the clone fell out. Then picked itself up with stubby arms and looked at the newcomers. It looked exactly the same as the rest but... its eyes started to glow red and its mouth opened. Layers of tiny sharp teeth glistened.

“Cripes, it's not a Mini-Phil, it's a Demon-Phil! Seymour said, sinking back into his shopping trolley. Let's get out of here. Push me, push me!”

The eunuch pressed a small button with his foot and the new clone fell through a trapdoor. Before the door closed they could hear the excited screams of hundreds of other Demon-Phils. They were directly above the security cells.

Jay, Alex, Alfredo and Cassandra stocked up with energy cells for their weapons and turned to leave before another clone was born. Just before they left, Alfredo accidentally stood on the button that opened the trapdoor. The small eunuch started jumping around with panic, but Alfredo didn't realise what he'd done.
“¿qué” he said.
The little clone turned to the trapdoor just in time to see two more of the demons try to climb out. He poked them down with the purple dildo, but more started t climb up and eventually he couldn't stop them. The room was filling with the tiny demons, each with red eyes and sharp drooling teeth.
“Any chance you could throw some more underwear as a distraction...” Jay said before stopping as he feared he might get a slap. But it looked like these creatures weren't only satisfied in dry humping them. They were after blood.

“Push me, push me! Chop chop!” Seymour said, banging on the sides of his shopping trolley. The team turned to run, and Jay pushed Seymour out of the room, but the shopping trolley caught on the roots lining the floor. “Push harder!” Seymour screamed, watching the horde of sharp teethed midgets approach. Some of them ran on their stubby legs, and some on all fours like an animal.

“I can't it's stuck.” Jay said. “But I've got an idea.” He turned and told Seymour to climb onto his back.
“Err.. Mr Chrysler, I'm a full grown man. I'm not accustomed to 'piggy-backs'.”
“Fine. Cya.” Jay said.
“Wait!” Seymour cried, “But you'll have to get lower so I can reach. I don't have any legs.”
The clones got closer, their teeth snapping.
“Lower!”
Jay bent his knees. The clones were almost touching them now.
“LOWER!” Seymour shouted. Jay bent his knees even more and Seymour jumped onto his back, linking his arms around his neck. “I'm not enjoying this you know.” Seymour said right into Jay's ear.

They all ran away, the clones nipping at their legs. Some even jumped up and tried to grab at Seymour's stumps.
“Get off me you little rotters!”

It took them the rest of the day to travel to the arboretum, following Gomez's plan to find the Access Key.

The entire deck was like a jungle. Tall trees rose up towards the glass dome ceiling. Breaking through into a clearing, the team saw a herd of the Huzard's farm creatures, a large tomato with legs.
The area was dark, just like night time. The only light came from a distant moon shining through the glass ceiling. Jay, Seymour and Gomez crossed the farmland
“Leave the talking to me.” Said Seymour from Jay's back. “I represent the JMC, take us to your leader!” he said.
The creature just stared at them and continued chewing some grass.
“Eey no think it talk.” Said Gomez.

A spear landed in the soft farmland beside them, and then several more around them. Several armed Huzards appeared out of the darkness, and surrounded them.

Back in the bushes, Alex and Cassandra watched, waiting for the best time to make their move.

<Tag - what happens next? Will the Huzards try and sacrifice us - or maybe we can reason with them? Will we find the access key? Will Cass and Alex save us or get captured too?>