Niples "Gone?"

---snip---
"That dark-haired witch has him fooled. He won't listen to me." Katrina sat
in the co-pilot's seat, PITA jumping on her lap. "Ooof! Jeez, you're heavy
PITA."
Efof sat down and switched on the engines. He turned to her. "Are you
absolutely sure about this? We have to go through a worm-hole to get to the
ship The Black Hole. They're the closest ship with the capabilties to get
you
back to Earth."
She nodded. "There can be only one Katrina on this ship, and I lost."
Without another word, Efof lifted off.
---end snip----
Seymour Niples
JMC Blue Dwarf
Captain's quarters
“You mean she just left the ship without telling anyone?” Seymour said in
shock as Holly told him that Katrina had left in a Blue Midget. He was sat
in his lounge on the comfortable sofa while the feline PITA curled up around
him.
“Yes” Said Holly. “But I think you can still catch her, the Space Eagle’s
still half destroyed from when it crashed through the Psychiatry
department’s roof, but if you use the Valkyrie or the Phoenix then you can
catch her up quickly.”
Niples sighed. “If I’m anything like the hologram I just saw in a Regal de
Mckenzies then I think she’s much better off not knowing me.”
For some reason which the amnesic Seymour did not understand, he had a
strong fondness for Katrina’s blonde sister. Although apparently he was very
much in love with the Brunette who was in his shower at the moment. He knew
that both girls liked him, their action over the past few weeks had shown
that, but he was a one girl man, and the hologram of himself had made his
mind up for him. And as the hologram was himself, he MUST have made the
right decision.
DK walked out of the bathroom wearing a bath robe, she rubbed her hair with
one of Seymour’s fluffy towels. Seymour smiled at her, recognising the girl
he loved.
“Why don’t you have any PROPER shampoo Seymour, all you have is this posh
herbal essence stuff and thousands of cosmetic products made in a place
called Yves Rosher wherever that is! It makes my hair feel all soft and
nice, I HATE IT! Theres nothing wring with a bit of engine grease. And why
is it always so bloody light in here? There’s no shadows, and what’s this
crap classical music, wheres the rock-“
She didn’t stop moaning for about 5 minutes. Niples looked at her, she
looked like the girl that he loved but even though he couldn’t remember much
before he got amnesia, he was sure that she was never this….. the coin a
working-class phrase: “bitchy”.
She was moaning about the wallpaper being too old fashioned when Seymour
said. “I’m just popping down to the Promenade dear. Back later.”
“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” she screeched, waking PITA. But she was
gone, she threw the towel down angrily and covered the cat. “And where’s
that bloody dog of mine?”
Niples got in the express lift. “Please state destination floor” said the
womans face on the video screen in the lift. “Promenade please.” He said.
“Oh dear, woman troubles?” Asked the artificial intelligent video
personality.
“How did you guess?” Asked Seymour.
“Its written all over your face, you look troubled. And most people looking
troubled going to the promenade have women problems, and they are going to
Parrotts to drown their sorrows. Are you going to drown your sorrows?”
“No, I’m going to the Restaurant to ask a pre-anmesic, holographic version
of myself why I’m in love with a woman who’s a total head case.”
“Never had that answer before.” Said the video lift woman.
The lift dinged and came to a stop. “Promenade level, access to restaurants,
bars and general shops. The temperature today will be minus 20 degrees and a
little icy so watch your step. Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you” said Seymour, he stepped out of the lift and couldn’t believe
what he saw. The entire two floors of the Promenade for as far as he could
see back was covered in ice. Snow gathered around the bottom of the shops
and iced up the windows festively. He could see some people sliding around
on trays, one was wearing some ski goggles.
He trudged through the snow towards Regal de Mckenzies where the hologram
had been last activated. Suddenly someone ploughed into him at high speed
and knocked him headfirst into a snow drift. “Sorry Captain, I couldn’t
stop.” Said a voice.
Seymour picked himself up and brushed the snow off his jacket. Most of it
stuck in his hair.
“Please be more careful next time, this isn’t a playground.”
“I hoped that a bang to the head might bring back your memories.” Said the
crewman.
Seymour rubbed his skull. “Actually, something is coming back to me. Your
name is….. Dren, Dren Walker and I remember…. I remember that you are a
trouble maker. I should have talked to you about numerous cases of theft
and/or stowing away. I’m not even sure you’re supposed to be on this ship.
Can I assume that this mess is your fault?”
<<Over to you Dren>>
David "Onion" Ball
Captain Seymour Niples, JMC Blue Dwarf
WWW.BlueDwarf.co.uk
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"It's abou these toys that come alive wen t' owner
Andy gus owta room, an the do missions an that."
A young Yorkshire boys description of 'Toy Story on ice',
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