Vote for Seymour

Where: Blue Dwarf, cargobay

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 I say it’s about time we appointed a leader, how about a vote?”
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“Well if you're talking command structure, I believe I'm the highest ranking here.” Said Seymour. “I'm the boss of the entire Jupiter Mining Corporation you know, which outranks Captain, which is a title you don't even hold any more after you died and-”
Jay shook his head. “Let's not get complicated here. We need someone in charge, to make the big decisions. No corporate nonsense.”
“Section 49 of the JMC handbook in correlation with SpaceCorps directive 56 paragraph 3 decrees that-”
“No Seymour, I said none of that corporate nonsense!”
Seymour folded his hands in a huff. “I'm just saying that a command structure is already in place.”
“For an organisation that existed 3 million years ago!”
Seymour frowned, then kicked the floor.
“Do you want to be Captain?” Jay asked him.
Seymour looked up with puppy dog eyes. “Yes. A bit.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Okay, lets have a vote. He said to everyone. Me or Seymour?”
“Wait, wait! Just like that?” Seymour said. “You can't just have a vote here and now, it's jolly barbaric that's what it is! We need time to campaign, to put our points across and our differences of opinion, and talk you through our command objectives!”

Everyone else groaned, knowing that a big speech was coming. Some of them even edged closer to the exit.

Seymour crawled up onto a container of Chateau Margaux Cabernet Sauvignon that he'd been pleased to find on the spacestation. He grunted and made a fuss as he lifted himself ungracefully onto his soap box.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen...”
“Get on with it!” Someone shouted.
“I stand for quality. In a dilapidated spaceship in a dangerous and unknown galaxy, we should all strive for excellence. Today I awoke in a filthy bed of a former crewmember, some hippy with bad taste in décor, fashion and good quality bed-linen. Furthermore I slept with the constant fear of some evolved mutant creature killing or possibly raping me in my sleep, or even just touching me with their greasy little paws. We shouldn't have to stand for this. We can make this ship a jolly superb place to live once again, by clearing out the monsters and ikky rodents. Times will be hard at first, we'll have to be jolly fussy about where we salvage our supplies, but I'll make sure we only salvage the highest of quality food and resources, whilst running away from our enemies. Oh yes, you heard that right, I believe there's no dishonour in running away, and if you elect me as your Captain I will keep us alive and safe by running away from any danger – in pursuit of a better life.”
At the end he clasped his hand to his chest and looked up proudly.
“Okay Mister Chrysler, how about we hear your speech?” Seymour said.

But before he could, Holly appeared on a wall terminal. “Eyup dudes. We've got a problem, there's a group of Malodorians who want their cargo back, they think you stole it.”
“Ah... err... we did. A bit.” Seymour said. “Should we give it back?” He looked at his crate of fine wine. “I'll be such a shame...”
“How far away are they?” Jay asked.
“Oh... They already docked and came aboard.” Holly said.
“What?! Why didn't you tell us?”
“What am I, your mother?” Holly said.
“I thought you locked the airlock doors?” Seymour accused Jay.
“I thought YOU did.”
Seymour turned to the others. “Look at this, your potential Captain forgot to lock the doors and now there's some aliens boarding us!”
“Well, technically YOU forgot too.” Jay said.
“Where are they Mr Holly?” Seymour asked.
“They're coming straight to you, they must have tracking devices on the crates or sumthing.”

The stench hit them before they even saw sight of the Malodorians. These were dressed like something out of Mad Max, or a rock band from the 80's. Their leader had a spiky punk rock hairstyle that Seymour wondered was held up using just his own body grease.
“We want our cargo back!” He demanded.
“I'll let you handle this Mister Chrysler.” Seymour said, cowering behind a crate next to Cassandra. “Maybe you can show us your command style in action.”

<Tag Jay what will you do? Sorry if this is boring for everyone else, but remember that anyone can put themselves forward to be Captain too, so how about it? Just make your case and try to win over the other crewmembers. Also don't forget to vote on our Facebook page (www.facebook.com/bluedwarf). There's no intended plan for handling the Malodorians, so we could negotiate with them, threaten them, trick them or fight them, anyone can continue this>