The Great Munatnt McNugget Hunt begins.....

Phil Febuggure
Poultry Facilty
SPACEDATE : 16/09/2100
half an hour before the KFC got the S**T scared out of them.

 
"This way." said Phil looking at his 'Poultry-Pointer' and pointing with his finger in one direction.
The team followed him into a dead end corridor. Phil never took his eyes off the device in his hand. "This way" he pointed back where they had come from.

 
He quickly picked up his speed. The others began to follow, except for Lieutenant Smegg who had slowed down because he was making shadow puppets on the wall.  As Phil had a pretty good idea that it would be at least half an hour before anything was picked up on the Poultry-Pointer(tm) he decided to send a quick text message to his TTPC back in his office for some advice. This action Phil would , he decide later, be a waste of time.
 
++NEED HELP. MUTANT CHICKEN IS FASTER THEN WE FIRST THOUGHT. SEARCH TEMPORAL RECORDS FOR ANY REFERNCE TO JMC_BLUE_DWARF-the majorie incedent.  PATCH INFORMATION THROUGH TO PP(TM) TEXT SERVICE.++
 
The computers reply was quick and unexpected.
 
++ i'M WATCHING AN EPSODE OF "ANDROIDS" AND MARLENE HAS DECLARED HER LOVE FOR BRETT, BUT BRETT IS SECRELTY IN LOVE WITH MARIGOLD WHO IS REALLY HIS SISTER. SO I CAN'T HELP YOU. YOU ARE SCREWED. HAVE A NICE DAY AND I HOPE THIS TEACHES YOU TO BE NICER TO YOUR TTPC IN THE FUTURE AND NOT THREATEN IT WITH COFFEE OR HOLOGRAMTIC WEE. ha. ha, ha ++
 
"Great balls of Smegg," thought Phil. "Looks like it's the old fashion way."
 
He passed the time thinking up ways of inflecting pain on his sarcastic(albeit it VERY useful) TTPC. For some reason, the face of Major Harris poped into his head. Phil decided that there was somethings even HE would not stoop to.....
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Half an hour passed as the chiken was "tracked" through the facility.(see action post for details)
 

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5 minutes later
 
Doom and Tiny Jackson skidded out of a dark corridor onto the light top deck of the space station on a cross-roads.
"Which way did it go?" asked Jackson.
Doom stared in all directions with his manic bloodshot eyes. "I don't know." he announced.
 
A few seconds later a breathless Larry and Phil ran onto the deck. Phil looked at his gadget.
He pointed in the direction of where the Blue Dwarf was docked.
"It went that way."
 
the hunt continues.....
 
NONRPG-I think Harris should take the pills. Once he's stopped screaming, I'm sure the green hedehogs tapdancing on his monitor will go away if asked.....