You Will Set The World On Fire

Garth stumbled as he felt the seering pain form in his forehead. "Okay, okay," he shouted, seemingly to himself. He fumbled with a set of tools as he tried to reach to the maintance pannel to one of the auxillary engines. He flipped the pannel open to reveal a mess of wires and chip boards and all manner of thigns that were vital to jeeping the engines running. Garth took one of the largest hammers and began to thump it into the workings. The result was more than desired by Garth, or least by the one who had asked him. The ship rocked and Garth was pretty sure that this would not go un-noticed.

"Oi! What are you doing!" cried Holly from a black screen mounted on the wall. Garth waved him away but there was no going back now.

"I've done what you asked!" cried Garth as sparks erupted everywhere.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Holly but if there had been an answer then he never heard as his attention was turned to the various engines that where now shutting off, leaving the Dwarf stranded in space.

"GARTH!" cried Plisken as he spotted his friend from the corridor.

"I am sorry," said Garth but he wasn't convincing.

Most of the Dwarfers, risen from their sleep by the rather loud explosions that occured across the ship, now stood behind Plisken, all of them raising questions to the current events.

But Garth looked at his hand- it wa fading! And not just his hand- but his whole body was fading from existance.

"That double crossing bitch," muttered Garth as he realised that he had been tricked- and not for the first time.

Plisken stood silently as the rest of the crew shouted and threw threats at the now fading man. Garth and Plisken said nothing but meerly watched each other as Garth departed from this time.

<OOC- Sorry this is knid of underwhelming but I'm a bit pressed for time.>