Our Beloved (And Behated) Doctor Keto

Keto stumbled along through the undergrowth, clutching his standard-
issue gun with more than a little anxiety. He was following Harris,
who seemed to have a general idea of which direction they were
heading in, which was more than he himself had. On the other hand,
given the option of following Harris closely or facing an unknown
number of lethally-vicious creatures in a hostile and inhospitable
jungle...well, Keto hadn't fully made up his mind yet which was safer.
As it was, he was grateful for the one fact that none of the trees
they had seen so far were pink.
Harris muttered something into his radio. Keto had managed to pick
up the fact that they were to regroup and rejoin Team One, but nobody
seemed at all sure where precisely Team One were.
Even worse, Keto had a horrible feeling that something was wrong
with his medibay. He wasn't certain, but there was a strange feeling
of doom and destruction lurking overhead, and he was sure this was
not a good thing.
"If I find that a single item in my medibay has been so much as
scratched," vowed Keto to himself, "I will make sure that they never,
ever forget it for the rest of their lives!"
Mildly cursing himself for ever letting Nurses Coffey and Cleavage
in charge, yet also mildly grateful that at least it wasn't
Shakespeare, Keto marched onwards (blissfully unaware that he had
forgotten to reload his gun, or take the safety catch off).