Note - Rubber Is Not Magnetic

Who: Keto
Where: The Flying City
When: Just after the metaphysical discussion
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"Alright, let's go catch up with Cerebrum's group in the Command
center, perhaps we can learn something there." Says the huge hamster
marching off towards the big building.
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Keto blinked and stared after the giant hamster, then glanced 180 degrees in
the other direction...then glanced back and sighed.
"Such decisions," he growled, "Do I leave this flying pebble in a ship with
Chrysler...as hideous as that may be...or do I follow on a possibly risky
mission involving probability matrices, lots of Plebians and Cerebrum? I'd flip
a coin, but there's no third option. Gah, triage was never this complicated!"
Muttering under his breath, Keto made a split-second decision, turned about
and headed towards where Chrysler was, presumably, preparing their escape
vehicle.
Hurrying along, however, Keto frowned. In the distance, he could hear the
unmistakeable sound of shouting, and engines revving up...and, in the next
instant, gunfire.
"Oh, yeh." said Phil, hitting the 'lock' button, just as the engines started
to spool up, and the first shots could be heard against the shell of the craft.
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Keto skidded to a halt and stared, open-mouthed with a mixture of disbelief
and rising anger, as he saw the ship rise up and fly directly away from him.
"What...what...who..why...WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he screeched, oblivious to the
fact that nobody could hear him, "COME BACK YOU MORONS!"
Nobody, that is, other than the group of Plebians who had been firing on the
ship and were now turning to look at the rather amusing madman standing not too
far away. Keto's ranting gradually faded as he stared at the group, and they
stared back.
"...hi," murmured Keto after a pause, "Umm...death to the humans?"
There was an array of clicks.
"I think I'll be going now."
Minutes later, Keto ran straight past the point where the coin toss had taken
place, limping as quickly as he could. Several bullets were orbiting his head,
occasionally one of them would drop to the group and skip and bounce along after
him before flying back up to orbit him again. None of them appeared to be
striking him, however, and a casual observer might have wondered why he was
limping, and why the apparent panic.
The casual observer would probably have been fairly amused at what happened
next.
There was a low-pitched whine, and something sped from behind Keto, catching
him in the shoulder and bouncing off at high speed. The doctor let out a yell
and a curse.
"Rubber bullets," he muttered, "Blasted rubber bullets! Why have riot police
on a floating, high-security, classified military installation? Why!?"
Another low-pitched whine, and Keto ducked to avoid another non-magnetic
flying particle. Growling, he clicked his fingers and one of his orbiting
bullets shot backwards. There was a yell from behind.
"One down, and I think that if I'm lucky that might be a..." began Keto,
before being cut short by another rubber bullet to the back of the neck.
"This is a painful mission," he observed, limping towards the area that
Cerebrum's group and, later, White Wolf's group had headed off to.
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OOC: Tag! There's now a nice little group of armed Plebians behind us, and the
escape ship is missing, presumed Chryslered, Ravened...well, BD Piloted. ;)