When Worlds Collide....

Rpg:
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Who: Trisees, Medibay.
When: 11:00pm
Where: Randomness.
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Trisees sat completely motionless on his hard and lumpy bed, his
eyes glued to the clock hanging on the opposite wall, his pupils
flittering slightly with every move of the second hand. He looked
tried, unhappy, and very dertermined and had been sitting in the same
position for the last nine hours. He had a purpose now, a goal. He
needed to find his Sarah Alexander. It wouldn't be too hard, all
he'd need to do was access the Callisto database and do a name
search. He still had authorisation, he knew the way's round it too,
so there'd be nothing to worry about.
The clock ticked and tocked and ticked again. The minute hand
getting closer to pronouncing it 11:00pm. He remained completely
motionless, the idea of reintergrating himself on Callisto with Sarah
his priority thought and taking over all body movement.
The clock hit eleven and Trisees suddenly sprang into life.
"Come on, unlock me!" he shouted to a dozing guard, head hidden
underneath a 'Guns and Death Violence Splat Blood Gore' magazine.
"Shut up, I'm napping," retorted the guard.
"It's 11:00pm, monkey. I'm allowed out of this cell. All I did
was insult Edwards, anyway," he replied. The magazine fell from the
guard's face, and he looked at Trisees in shock.
"You insulted Edwards?" he asked.
"Yes. And?" Trisees replied, not in the mood for games.
The guard jumped from his seat and opened the cell door as quickly
as he could, fumbling the keys in his attempt to remove them speedily
from his pocket. They finally connected with the lock, and the door
swung open.
"I can't belive someone insulted Edwards," murmurred the guard.
Trisees merely shook his head in annoyance and walked out of the
brig, course: the medibay.
Trisees strolled hurriedly into the medibay and immediately sat
down behind Shakespeare's desk, booting up his desk computer. He
tapped the desk a few times, Vanessa, Coffey, Wildflower and the Tree
all lookign at him nervously.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"I think you owe Wildflower an apology," said Vanessa, as the Tree
made itself scarce and Coffey shook her head.
"You think? That's a rather novel concept," snorted Trisees.
Vanessa sighed, whilst Wildlfower silently glared, her lower face
completely bandaged. Trisees stifled a laugh at the sight, whilst
Coffey returned back at her report.
There was a small hum and beep, followed by a 'welcome' as
Shakespeare's computer connected to the Blue Dwarf's mainframe.
"Good, I'm in," he said to himself. "Now to access Callisto's
database."
He began tapping on the keys, and bypassing security grid after
security grid.
"Hasn't changed a bit in 12 years," he laughed. Trisees began
tapping furiously, unaware that Keto had just noticed the entry of an
unknown into the medibay and had left his office. Keto glanced
around and spotted Trisees. At once, the familar glare crossed
Keto's face, and he opened his mouth wide.
"SHAKESPEARE!" bellowed Keto, noticing how good it felt to bellow
freely once again, "Where's my medi-gear?!"
Distracted from his pursuit of Alexander, Trisees looked up at
Keto, a look of disdain on his features. Then he returned to the
monitor. He didn't have the time or indeed the motivation to argue
with an unhappy doctor.
Keto waited impatiently. When Shakespeare didn't respond, he
marched smartly over to the wall socket.
There was a click, and the screen in front of Trisees went blank.
"WELL?" insisted Keto loudly.
Trisees was silent for a second, controlling his first thought
which was to punch this yelling doctor. He composed himself, and
looked up at the fuming man.
"Well what?" he demanded angrily. "Do I honestly look as if I give
one single smegging iota of caring about this frellhole you call a
medibay?!" Trisees stood up to his full height during his outburst
and looked Keto right in the eyes, hoping the deranged doctor would
understand.
Keto raised an eyebrow at the lack of old English and the fact that
Shakespeare was actually angry.
"Have you been drinking some of my ointments, Shakespeare?" he
asked, perplexed.
"Look, pal," said Trisees through clenched teeth. "I'm not
Shakespeare. I never was! I'm Trisees, and I was TRYING to look up
some important information." He scowled. "You running over and
removing the plug from it's socket does not help my task in the
slightest, you get me?!" Trisees sat back down again, and pointed to
Keto's office. "Now go and heal something," he said, still annoyed.
Keto blinked.
He blinked again.
"Hang on," he said slowly, "Say your name again...?"
There was a very audible sigh from Trisees.
"Larry Trisees. Scientist. I take it your this Doctor Kato that
all these subordinates are scared off?" replied Trisees, pointing the
the present members of the medibay, whilst very obviously being
unimpressed.
Keto nodded, more out of habit than any desire to answer.
"So...you're not Shakespeare? You're NOT Shakespeare? You're not
SHAKESPEARE!" he said, voice growing steadily louder and mildly more
elated.
"Shut up!" growled Trisees. "Stop saying that pathetic name! No
I'm not your 'Doctor Shakespeare'! And I never will be!"
"But this is great!" said Keto, actually grinning.
"I'm sure it'd be even better if you refrained from saying that
name," muttered Trisees.
"Believe me, that won't be a problem," sighed Keto. "So you know
now that you're Lawrence Trisees?"
"Say what?" Asked Trisees, now as startled as Keto first was a few
minutes ago. "You're actually happy to see me here instead of that
foolish surgeon?"
Keto rolled his eyes.
"Of course I am!" he said, "Do you have ANY idea what it's been
like living with that moronic 'Bard'? He was cretinous, dense, slow,
unskilled...a perfect match with the rest of the medibay! Not to
mention, he was annoying beyond even my ability to withstand it - and
I'm a very tolerant person."
"You tolerant?" asked Trisees, unswayed by Keto's manner. "It
doesn't matter though, I'm a scientist, not a surgeon, or even a
blasted doctor." he continued.
"I've been made to stay here, under the supervision of a glorified
nurse," he pointed at Coffey, who frowned. "Until everyone's beloved
surgeon returns."
Trisees was now thumping the desk. "What on earth can I do in
this, half empty medibay?!" he hit the desk again, much harder, and a
pile of papers tumbled onto the floor after being forced from the
surface by the shockwave. "I'm a scientist, not a doctor. I need to
be in a lab, tinkering, fixing, meddling. What I don't need is wake
up to find 12 years of my life stolen by some rogue personality!"
There was a moment of silence.
"You know," mused Keto, "If you need something to do..."
He stepped to one side, revealing his desk inside his office
covered with the miscellaneous junk that Vanessa had brought in
earlier (and which she had now returned to her brother's shuttle to
gather more of).
"I'd give you a list of what I need made out of that stuff," said
Keto, "But it'd be too long. Feel free to experiment with it. And
as for that glorified nurse..."
Keto smiled coldly.
"...this is still MY medibay."
Trisees looked at the junk, then at Keto. A brief flicker of a
smile washed over his usually negative features.
"You know something, doctor? I think we may just get along."
Keto nodded and returned to his office.
Trisees looked back down at his monitor and replaced the power
lead. It flickered into life, and Trisees could see that it was only
the monitor that had been switched off, and that the search had still
been taking place while he was talking to Keto. Trisees looked at
the screen and read the text.
He shook his head and re-read the text.
There was a cry of pain, and an anguished Trisees picked up the
computer on Shakespeare's desk with both hands and hurled it at the
wall. Vanessa, Coffey and Wildflower all jumped when they heard a
loud smash, followed by thousands of pieces of circuitry splintering
around the room. Trisees's eyes misted and he turned away from the
medibay occupants.
"If anyone needs me, I'll be at Parrotts," he said, and stormed out
of the room.
Trisees took up a single table, the one he'd been at the day
previous and began to drink again. His world had crashed down around
him. Sarah Alexander, the one person who understood more about his
plight than anyone, the one person who'd be able to help him, the
only woman he'd ever felt anything for, was dead.
Trisees closed his eyes, the tears stinging. She'd died four years
ago, according to the records, in a prototype malfunction. It had
appared that after he'd vaished, Sarah had given up with the S.A.E.C
and gone into designing advanced components for ship engines. One of
the valves had become blocked and instead of escaping, Sarah had
stayed behind to fix it. The valve had caused an explosion, and
vaporised her.
Trisees blinked away the tears again,as the image drifted into his
mind and took another drink.
That was it then, he'd not be able to find a way of reversing it
without her help, she was the only one who knew as much, if not more,
about the machine than he did.
He finished the drink, and resigned himself to a life aboard the
Blue Dwarf.
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