It\'s good to blast

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Who: Harris, Alota, Chrysler, Chen, Shakesy.
Where: Bug One, Damaged.
When: Shakespeare's watch fell out of the bug.
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"You stand be standing closer but then you will be covered in blood
and gore!" Harris answered and then commented.
"Now, shall we be getting busy."
"I for oneth," began Shakespeare, "Have no qualms't whatsoevereth
with thou ideas, Alota and Major Harris. Weapons we, Chrylsr and
Myself, must be needing, though, may I just say, now that the
previously departed recently returned Major Harris is with us,"
Shakespeare put his hand on Harris' back as a gesture of friendship.
An evil glance soon saw the hand withdrawn quickly.
"That thy beasties", he continued, unabashed. "Stand as much
chance of survival, as do hedgehogs circumnavigating thy M25."
"Eloquently put, Doc," said Alota. "Now, lets land this thing
break out the heavy weaponery and blast those beasties to kingdom
come."
Chen waddled in, drunk.
"Hey, anybody got a can...or six, of lager? I need to drink summit
before I pass out," he said.
The bug gently touched down one hundred metres from the other bug
and the beastie camp. The whooshing and the gusts of wind stopped
as it shut down, and finally the engine stopped.
Silence prevailed.
One by one, the beasties noticed the new starbug. And the
overcrowqded population decided to make a new home. And if lucky,
destroy anything already living in the new one. They growled and
lurched foward, moving as a pack towards the green metal monstrosity.
The movement was soon halted off by a loud scream and a large bolt
of light from inside the bug. One of the beastie's had barely enough
time to look confused before a the bolt slammed into it's chest and
split it in half, throwing the two pieces at the rest of the pack.
There was a small growling which grew and grew as the pack realised
they were dealing with the ones that had been killing them and began
to move towards the second bug at high speeed.
More bolt's erupted from thebug's belly and three people jumped out
of it, landign on the ground below whilst firing wildly.
Alota, Chrylser and Harris all wearing expressions of concentration
and hatred at the beasties, their guns pulsing rapidly, decapitating
and destroying the rushing hoard.
Another figure appeared at the opening to the bug's hole and
shouted something obscene in middle english and shooting desparately
with the gun. He motioned to jump out, but caught his leg on a
jagged piece of metal from the doorframe. He fell forwrad, still
firing wildly with his gun and hung from the bug's doorway, upside
down.
Shakespeare swung left and right, backwards and forwards slowly.
"Excuseth me, coulds't some fellow be kind enough to help me from
this infernal doorway?" he asked pathetically.
Chen appeared above him and looked at the doctor's leg.
"I'll elp you, doc," he slurred before kicking Shakespeare's leg.
"Ouch, that'st..." he began before being interrupted by the sound
of ripping material.
"Poop." he said before dropping downwards, no longer being held up
by his cloth. He landed in a heap on the floor next to Alota and
wished for the hundredth time that he had taken the assualt combat
course when he'd had the opportunity.
<Take it away anyone, :)>
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Kryten: And you know WHY we can't hear anything?
Rimmer: Why not?
Kryten: Because there are NO-O-O-O sounds to HEAR!
Rimmer: Kryten, isn't it about time your head goes back to the lab
for retuning?
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