Sean Reaches Breaking Point...

Who: Medibay Peeps.
Where: Medibay.
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  The medibay had become active again.  People were hard at work (well, when I say people I mean Keto
and when I say work, I mean shouting at other people, but that last people doesn't mean Keto because
why would Keto be shouting at Keto? Anyway...)
  Tara Cleavage was busy writing up reports of the years medical expenses, a very highly demanding job
and one that Keto hated to do himself.  The only person he trusted enough to take care of it was Tara;
Coffey was too preoccupied with other things, Shakespeare was a moron, Wildlfower was Wildflower.  At
least Tara had skills.
  At the moment, Jennifer Wildflower was engaged in a hectic game of 'Who can hold onto the rag the
longest?' with the dog version of Shakespeare, Hazel Coffey was tending to the cryogenically frozen body
of the comatose Jacob Stone, hoping that one day, just one day, he would wake up and rejoin the crew.
  Sarah Alexander had finsihed with her schematics drawing and was now assmebling small prototypes of
various machinery parts for the hopefully soon to be made machine.  She had commandeered Keto's office,
at his own request (which had indeed suprised everyone), so she had space and a nice closed
environment to work in.  As well as being able to finish the task quicker, return Trisees, and get rid of Sean.
  That left Sean.  Sean was currently sitting on top of Keto's largest ointment cabinet and poking the head
that rested in the jar of formaldehye and whispering comments about finding the lost treasure of Atlantis.
  Everything was normal and fine.
 
  There was a loud crash as the jar containing the head hit the floor and smashed into little bits, the head
bouncing along the floor and stopping at Keto's feet.  He looked at it angrily and then up at Sean, who was
currently hitting his head at the wall and saying "Sleep damn you funky head! Sleep"
  Keto gritted his teeth and ignored the nuisance.  It wouldn't be long till he was out of the medibay and
out of his life.
  There was another loud thump as an unconscious Sean dropped from the cabinet's top and landed on
the floor, the head pounding had appeared to knocked him out again, rather than send him to sleep.
   Keto shook his head in exasperation.
 
  About half an hour later Keto began to wonder.  Something was missing, he began to think.  Something
wasn't right here.  He glanced around the medibay, looking for that one thing which seemed out of place.
  There was Tara, there was Coffey, there was Wildflower and Dog, there was Alexander, there was...say,
where was that useless hunk of bones and flesh?  He looked around for Sean.  The maniac was nowhere to
be seen.  Keto then noticed that five of his ointment jars were missing from the 'Highly volatile and
dangerous' cabinet.  He scartched his head, puzzled.  It was then that he noticed the white piece of paper
attached to the open 'Sharp and Pointy and Weapon like' surgical instruments cabinet.  Keto, now curious
as to why he could see soem empty spaces in the surgical tools cabinet, walked over and snatched the
piece of paper from its resting place.
 
  Dear Crew,
 
  I can't take no sleep.  It comes and backs and then just smacks.  Save me, save me, I have to do some
thing about this crazy motion.  I have taken some death causing thinumy jiggers in an attempt to either
destroy myself, yey!  funn! or someone else!  who can I make rid of with no trouble on my head?
rampage?  that's the word.  murderous rampages!  so much to be enjoyed.
 
  yours ruebly,
  Smankey.
 
  Keto looked at the note again, raising an eyebrow and then at the surgical tools cabinet.  One scalpel,
one 'chest cracker' and one 'skull slicer' were missing.
  Keto swore.
  "RED ALERT!" he shouted out to the medicrew. 
 
  Sean jumped happily down the corridor, the back pack he was wearing clinking with the oitnment jars
that were inside. The chest cracker he was holding, coupled with his not so sane grin gave the
impression that he was unstable.  This in itself would have been an understatement.  At this moment,
Sean was as highly unstable as a critical nuclear core.
  Sean spotted a lone redshirt ahead of him and laughed wildly.
  "First attemptation," he said.  He ran up to the red shirt and pile drove her into the floor.  She fell down and
coughed.
  "Ouch, hey, what's the de..." she faltered when Sean waved the chest cracker around happily.
  "Ok, Miss," he said, vehemently.  "What's you favourite colour?  No combinations!" he shouted.
  "Orange," she stammered.  Sean's mouth dropped open and twisted into a grin.
  "Hey!  No way, that's mine too!  Wow, you're too valuable to be destroyed." He stood up and helped her
to her feet.  "Have a nice day, ma'amam." he said, saluting.  The worried red shirt merely ran away, scared
for her life.
  "I know where to maim!" he exclaimed.  "Parrots!  I'll see if anyone is down there!" he said to himself.
 
  "Homicidal Mayer?" asked Tara.
  "Yes, the man has weapons, and the insanity to do something as sane as kill certain crewmembers,"
said Keto to the group gathered around him.  "We need to find Mayer and stop him from killing, or it
becomes our fault."
  "Why?" asked Wildflower.
  "Because you made the maniac, and you fall under my supervision whether or not I like it," shouted Keto.
  "Can I help?" asked Alexander, who had left Keto's office and was anxious to test Sean's
neurological paterns for the machine.
  "Yes," said Keto, smiling at the group of four.
  "Let me guess," said Coffey wearily, as she noticed Keto's look of satisfaction.  "Teams?" 
  "Of course," said Keto.  "Now, Coffey, you and Wildflower are to take the left side of the ship. 
Cleavage, I want you and Miss Alexander to look at the right side of the ship.  I will set up base here and
report to you of anything suspicious noted by any other crew member."  
  Sighing, the crewmembers and Alexander nodded, picking up the radio's and backpacks that Keto had
prepared for them.
  "Okay everyone, saddle up, we got us a rogue personality to catch!" he said happily, looking forward
to the rest he knew he was goign to get.  Let Sean kill, he thought, he'd get sent to the brig and never
bother Keto again.
  Coffey and Wildflower nodded to each other, before leaving.  Alexander gingerly picked up her backpack
and radio before walking over to Tara who was waiting impatiently and tapping her foot.
  "Well, miss Cleavage?  Are we ready to go?" she asked.
 
  <Tara, shall we be off?>
 
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