Keto
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OOC:
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Before I post this I'd like to offer my condolences as well. The
first I heard of the attack was when my boss came in from watching TV
and told us about it. At first we thought he was joking.
This is not a time in which anybody is having happy thoughts. The
shock brought on by this heartless attack is too much to truly
comprehend. Quite probably, that was its target. Violence against
thousands of civilians cannot be thought of as anything else.
I'm going to post. This tragedy cannot cause this group to
stagnate and possibly end as a result. I can quite understand people
not wanting to read any posts right now, and if you wish to skip this
one then feel free - there is no vital information within. I just
feel a need to keep this going.
Good luck and health to everybody out there right now.
- Chris
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IC:
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Who: Tara, Keto, Various
When: A little while after the blackmail by Keto
Where: Starts in the medibay, goes all over
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> Tara heaved the Eniram bodies to the garbage chute and pushed them
> down. Then she started on the sweaping, "I'll be here for a
> while..."
-- A While Later --
Tara finally leant the broom against the wall and sighed, looking
around. The medibay was now clear. Empty of equipment, but clear.
One big empty cube, with the smaller cube of Keto's office off to one
side, all empty.
"At last," murmured Tara, "Maybe now I can take a brea..."
"Took you long enough," announced Keto loudly, marching into the
room, his feet clanging on the bare metallic floor, "Now then,
there's an extremely heavy amount of medical equipment up in Green
Corridor 674, I want you to bring it down here and set it up so that
the medibay is functional again."
"WHAT!?" screeched Tara, "I will not..."
"One word:" said Keto, "Memo."
"On my way," muttered Tara, and slinked out. Keto smiled and
followed.
-- A Few Minutes Later --
There was a rumbling as the huge wheels of the medibunk rolled
across the metallic floor, then stopped. Tara, who had just pushed
the thing along corridors, into the XPress Lift, and then along to
the medibay, leant against it heavily.
"Come on," said Keto, entering the room again, "Lots more where
that came from."
"Aren't you going to help?" protested Tara. Keto raised an eyebrow.
"I am helping," he said, holding up the stethoscope he had just
carried down in the lift. Keto had, of course, taken the only
available seat in the lift.
Tara sighed.
"And then," continued Keto, "I want you to go and fetch me this
list from the Supply Deck A..."
He handed Tara a list four feet long.
"...and THIS list from Supply Deck Z..."
He handed Tara a list six feet long.
"...and THIS list from Supply Deck B."
He handed Tara a thick roll of paper. She didn't dare unroll it to
see how long it was.
"And be sure to do them in that order," said Keto, smirking, "We
wouldn't want you to make a mistake and accidentally get the two
lists closest together first now, would we?"
Tara glowered at him.
"Run along now, Nurse."