Rifle Holds Several Dozen Rounds, There's Eight Cerebrums...This Is

Who: Cerebrums, Armer, Medibay Staff, Dead RD Security, Keto
Where: Medibay
When: Soon after Cerebrum's...'episode'
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-- SNIP --
> Armer then started wishing that he would
> hurry up and lose conciousness before the Cerebrums
> notice he isn't quite sane...
-- END SNIP --
The doors swished open, and Keto spun round the door, swinging the
rifle he was holding round to cover the whole medibay.
"All right, everybody...!" he began. His voice trailed off as he
surveyed the carnage inside.
"...is *dead*..." he finished, blinking. Dazedly, his eyes passed
over the dead bodies of the invading security, over the seemingly-
unconscious Texan on the floor, over the group of Cerebrums, over his
shattered ointments, over the injured crewmembers, over his shattered
ointments, over his shattered ointments, over...
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" he screamed, stepping forwards and heading
towards the group of Cerebrums.
There was a crunch and a yelp.
"What is a man doing lying on my floor and pretending to be
unconscious?" asked Keto, possibly rhetorically.
"Having his hand trodden on, at the moment," pointed out one of the
Cerebrums. Angrily, Keto marched onwards and walked up to the little
group.
Starting to say something, he suddenly stopped and took a head
count.
"There's one of you missing..." he murmured suspiciously.
"That's the one of us from this ship," informed one of the
Cerebrums, "He ran out of pills. We think he went back to his office
to get some more."
"You think? You're not sure?"
"Well, he actually said he was 'gonna clean up this vermin-infested
town, y'all', but we think that's what he meant."
"And what, may I ask, happened to my ointments?" asked Keto
sweetly. The same Cerebrum shrugged.
"Your one of us shot them when he shot our security team."
There was a pause.
Slowly, Keto took a deep breath.
"Yes," he murmured, "They were *your* security team, correct?"
"Well...yes," said the Cerebrums, after looking somewhat
puzzled, "They were from the Red Dwarf."
"And you're from the Red Dwarf?"
"Yes, you knew that already!" pointed out one Cerebrum.
"Maybe he's suffering from short-term amnesia," suggested another.
"That could be cleared up by the simple process of wiring up to the
main ship power grid a small..." began a third, but was interrupted
by Keto's loud cough.
"So, stop me if I'm wrong, technically you're the invaders?"
There was another, longer, pause.
"Technically is such an ugly word, with such a range of uses," said
one Cerebrum, quickly.
"Yes, we much prefer 'possibly'," said another.
"Or 'existentially'," said another.
"Or 'it's utterly impossible that it could be considered that',"
nodded another, in agreement.
There was a loud click as Keto flicked the safety off the rifle, a
cold smile spreading over his features.
"Get out of my medibay," he murmured, "Because believe you me, I
have been waiting to do this for a long time, and I will take any
given excuse to do it EIGHT times!"
"Do what?" asked one Cerebrum, evidently a clone that didn't pick
up on these little details as fast as the others.
There was a loud bang, a thump, and a tinkle of falling glass.
Keto twitched.
"Seven times," he corrected himself, "And I now have one intact
ointment bottle less, so don't push me."
The other Cerebrums glanced at each other, seemed to come to a
hasty conclusion, and hurried towards the door. Keto watched them
go, his eyes glinting happily.
"I think," he announced to the medibay at large, most of who had
already been somewhat stunned by Cerebrum's earlier massacre of the
RD security team, "That this could turn out to be a fairly good
day..."
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OOC: So I shot one, they can always grow another...unfortunately! ;)