It's Sheer...Sheer...(Quick, Anyone Got A Word Stronger Than Mayhem

Who: Keto, Medibay Staff, BD Cerebrum, Armer, WW (tan), Edwards,
Katrina(s), Niples (unconscious)
Where: One very cramped medibay
When: I'm supposed to be able to tell? There was recently a temporal
inversion distortion, nothing is certain anymore! ;)
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"Why did you tread on my hand?" asked Armer, before suddenly
realising that perhaps Keto would rather not have that fact broadcast
to the rest of the medibay...or the fact that he'd just shot a
Cerebrum, either.
Fortunately for Armer, Cerebrum (the one and only original one)
chose that moment to enter the medibay again.
"Ah, Dr Keto," said Cerebrum, "I was wondering if I could borrow
that rifle of yours, you see..."
Somewhat flustered, Keto debated to himself whether or not he
should try to hide the dead clone at his feet. After a moment he
decided not to because (a) BD Cerebrum didn't seem that bothered
about it and (b) why get rid of such a wonderful memento? (sp?)
Finally, Cerebrum finished, and Keto opened his mouth to say that
there was no way in hell that he was going to let the double of the
man he just shot get hold of his gun.
Keto was interrupted somewhat, however, by the ship suddenly
shaking violently, so much so that several medibay patients fell over
(and thus doubled the workload for the next week...)
"What the smeg was that?" asked Keto when most of the patients had
successfully been righted and/or laid down.
"I believe..." began Cerebrum, but once again the flow of
conversation was interrupted by the medibay doors swishing open, and
a tan-furred hamster, a dark-furred hamster and two Katrina Swetes
walked in, carrying a somewhat-damaged-looking Captain Seymour Niples.
"What is going on here?" asked Keto plaintively, chucking the rifle
to one side as the captain was laid out on one of the medibunks,
several people looking over towards them.
Unfortunately nobody got a chance to answer, because at that
moment, Harry the security guard came running in, breathless.
"Dr Keto, we have a medical emergency in the brig!" he
exclaimed, "All the prisoners are turning into skeletons and all the
walls are crumbling apart as if they're aging before our eyes!"
Keto glanced between Harry and the prone captain, and opened his
mouth.
Before any sound could come out, however, the medibay doors swished
half-open, and there was the sound of a single gunshot.
Everyone looked round at Charlie Edwards standing there, gun
smoking, as the dark-furred hamster crumpled to the floor, bleeding
heavily and dead before it hit the ground.
"Well, this is certainly going to put a cramp in my plan to
reintegrate myself!", commented the tan furred hamster.
There was silence for a second.
"Keets, aren't you going to..." began Wildflower, but Keto held up
a hand.
"Sssh!" he said, not even berating her for the use of the dreaded
word 'Keets', "I'm just waiting to make sure that perhaps this time a
single sentence will be able to escape my lips without being
interrupted halfw..."
There was a swish.
"Did he give you the gun?" asked one of the other Cerebrum clones,
peering round the doorframe.
"Wildflower, Coffey, take care of the captain!" snapped Keto
suddenly, glaring hatred at the Cerebrum peering round the
doorway, "Cerebrum...the BLUE DWARF Cerebrum...keep your damn selves
under control! Take the gun if you want, but get out of my medibay
and all surrounding areas! Miss Chrysler, Miss Cleavage, with me.
We're going to take a look at this 'medical emergency' in the brig
area..."
"She can hardly walk!" said Harry, eyeing Tara as she climbed to
her feet. He looked back and Keto, and his mouth shut firmly as he
saw the cold gaze.
"We need all the hands we can get," growled Keto. "Now, as for
Commander White Wolf...whichever one you are...do I assume from the
state of your other self now that you are the only six-foot tall
hamster we have aboard ship? And that from now on perhaps you might
steer clear of machines made by crazy scientists who believe
themselves to be a fourteenth-century playwright? Let's go!"
Keto took a firm step forwards.
There was a crunch and a yelp.
"AND WILL SOMEBODY GET THIS TEXAN OFF MY FLOOR!?"
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OOC: Well, I posted something. :) Remember, Keto wasn't aware of
the whole hologrammatic-hamster generation, so he doesn't know about
Mr Holo-Wolf. ;) Or Darken. And congrats, Tim, you successfully
wrote the first post I've had to read twice to understand! ;)
- Chris (JHXMT)