Resurrection....

The situation looked bad. Blue Dwarf submerged, under attack by an alien
race...the crew were winning several small victories but there were more of
the foe than friends. The ship was badly damaged and had no hope of leaving
the planet. It could only be a matter of time before the ship fell.
But, as so often happens on divine crusades and cheesy TV-shows, something
happened that would help turn the tide of the battle, that would help save
the crew and the ship from certain death.
Or in this case....SomeOne.
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It had been a while, he thought to himself. Many months had passed since he
went to retreat, so long ago. The staff of the ship had done a sterling
job, and were just about able to cope on their own. He
felt...safe...leaving them to work ahead in his stead.
He needed to renew and recollect, to sort out the demons raging though his
brain. There were quite a few people in there the last time he had been
seen outside, but it seems to be balanced now. He was himself...or,
correctly, an amalgamation of the two personalities.
He was better, stronger, faster.
His thoughts were interrupted. Some frantic running noises followed by some
unintelligible grunts which had the tone and resonance of a fat
officer-type. The sound of looting filled the air. If I am going to
return, it must be now, he thought....
*BOOM!*
"What the...surrender or"*THAK!*
<S-L-I-C-E>
*THUMP!*
/CRACK!/
*splashhh*
They were all dead. They hadn't seen him coming. He lit a cigarette and
drew deeply. Morning exercises were done. Time to find the authority.
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He found the commander's room. The door opened more out of fear than
anything else. He strode in and found the commander looking nervously at a
map of the ship.
Seymour looked up and visibly startled. The figure in front of him was
somehow...familiar. But not in the way he had been when he left.
Black Jeans.
Black shirt.
Black leather trenchcoat.
Black sunglasses.
Black boots.
Greasy Dreadlocks.
The man dropped his bag to the ground, lit up another cigarette, and drew it
right down to the dog-end, before introducing himself.
"Engineer Steev MaCkeNZyyyyyyy reporting for duty. Anything I can....Fix?"
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