We Will Fight Them In The Medibay!

> <<Continue Katy? Or anyone else as the Enirams try to take over the
ship. We will fight them on the promenade, the flight deck, even in
Parrots, and will we ever surrender??!!! Please continue everyone>>
Keto trooped back towards the medibay, followed by a dejected
Coffey, Big Pink Tree, Wildflower and Chrysler Mk. II.
"I'll fix that," muttered Keto, for the thirtieth time during their
trip back down from the stasis area. None of the others responded.
Keto lapsed into thought, and not another word was said until they
approached the medibay. As they did so, Keto looked up, and froze.
The others, almost walking into the back of him, did likewise.
"What is it?" asked Vanessa.
"SSSHH!" hissed Keto, loud enough to defeat the objective of his
whisper. Quietly, he crept forwards towards the medibay doors.
"Holly," he whispered, "Is there someone in my medibay?"
"There's *supposed* to be people in your medibay, Doc, it's...well,
it's the MEDIBAY!" said Vanessa.
"Shut up and...look, just shut up!" snapped Keto, as Holly
replied, "I don't think there's any crewmembers in there."
"Then we're in trouble," said Keto, picking something off the
medibat doors. It took the others a second to realise what it was.
"A broken piece of hair?" asked Wildflower, blinking, "You put a
piece of HAIR across the doors to show when they'd been open?"
"Yes. Your point?"
"You do KNOW that we have a psychiatrist on this ship now, right?"
"All too well," growled Keto, "Now listen - if something's inside,
and it's not a member of the crew, then this is not a good thing.
Get ready."
Before any of the medibay staff could ask what it was they were
supposed to get ready for, Keto took a deep breath, pulled a demister
from his laboratory jacket pocket filled with some bright blue
liquid, and tapped the panel to open the door.
The three Eniram inside were rather shocked when, half-turning to
see what was opening the door, one of them was hit in the side of the
head by a stream of ointment.
"TAKE THAT, FOUL CREATURE!" yelled Keto, diving into a forward roll
and coming up with the demister still spraying.
The Eniram in question stumbled backwards, squealing and clawing at
its eyes, as Keto laughed manically.
The laughter came to an abrupt halt when the Eniram suddenly
stopped squealing, looked down at the blue gunk covering it, then
glared back up at Keto.
With a growl that could, in any language, be interpreted as anger,
it advanced, and its comrades followed.
"Smeg," murmured Keto, from his kneeling position on the floor, and
vainly pumped the demister handle again. A very, very fine spray of
the ointment came out and floated slowly to the floor.
"Staff," called Keto somewhat nervously, "I'm currently missing a
chief surgeon. If anybody wants a promotion, now is the time to make
it known!"
There was a pause.
"Fine," snapped Keto, "Then I'll just die here quietly, shall I?
GIVE ME A SMEGGING HAND HERE!"
There was a collective sigh, and the medibay staff advanced.
-- Five Minutes Later --
"Well, thank you for your assistance," said Keto, climbing down
from the medicupboard*, "I appreciate it."
"Your plan went well, Charlie," said Wildflower, putting down the
syringe that was now filled with something that had previously filled
an Eniram.
Keto looked at her, and waited.
"Right up until the moment when it turned out that you didn't
actually HAVE a plan!" she finished. Keto sighed as she
continued, "We did actually think that you had thought out what you
were doing! We thought you had something that could hurt them in
that little plant sprayer!"
"Of course, Miss Wildflower," said Keto, hauling the Tree upright
from its prone position on top of one of the Eniram**, "I always
carry a semi-lethal ointment firing device around with me at all
times. That's not against ship regulations at all, is it now?"
"You might have warned us," said Coffey, brushing off her clothes,
and untangling what remained of an Eniram arm from her hair.
"I'm so sorry," said Keto, almost slipping on something thankfully
unidentifiable, "Next time, I'll ask the nasty invaders to leave us a
calling card and a viable appointment time, shall I?"
*Rustle rustle!* said the Tree. The others looked at it, then
looked around.
"He's right," said Vanessa, it could have gone worse.
There was silence for a moment.
"I think we should get some help to clean this up," they all said
simultaneously, and Keto walked over to the monitor.
"Holly," he said. The computer's head appeared, then a startled
look came across it.
"Gordon Bennett!" Holly exclaimed, "What happened here?"
"Never mind that," said Keto, wiping the screen free of some
gelatinous part of a former Eniram, "We need someone to help clean
this up."
"You're not kidding..." murmured Holly, and vanished.
Keto nodded, and turned back.
"Do you think perhaps we should store some of these parts?" he
asked, looking around, "They could be useful, for research."
"Into what, a more effective blender?"
"You never know."
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OOC: Hooray, I posted! Woo-hoo! :)
*Space Corps Directive 45641616461 - you only have to hyphenate
MediBay words at the discretion of the Chief Medical Officer. ;)
**In the far future, the Battle of the Medibay will always embody the
true sentiment of Corporal Big Pink Tree's valiant manoeuvre, and the
immortal words 'rustle, rustle-rustle!' (loosely translated
as 'Timber!') will forever be remembered.