Psychic Powers

Name :- Steev of the long surname
Location :- His room
Time :- Haven't fixed the clock yet.
Steev sat on the end of his bed. No one about.
"Familiar" he thought. People seemed to rarely be in the Dwarf,
well, ever. He remembered those times when he'd ventured out on one
of these away missions, God alone knew why he'd done that. Could've
been threats of being "Righteously Skullfucked" by Harris, but then
he wasn't sure what that meant. Harris wasn't about anymore anyway,
so really he could just fade away into obscurity.
"But I tried that," he thought. Indeed he had. So why had fate
decided to, in a sense, reactivate him? Some sort of mystical force
tugged at his mind, it led him out of his locker, now he was trying
to ponder why he was awake and trying to recall how to crack his back
in that *special* way.
"What to do, what to do..." Steev concentrated a bit longer. Seems
Niples was King. Something to do with Phil and a spaceship.
Something to do with killer robots.
"Killer Robots," mused Steev - despite not really knowing how he knew
this. "Maybe I can make something out of their bits"
"King Niples I...amusing" - "Maybe I could get something nice
commissioned, be signed up to make something good"
Steev got up, left his room, and wandered down to the docking bay.
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Docking Bay
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"There's a ship here somewhere" he thought.
And there was...a Schoda. It was trying to hide itself as a piece of
artwork to avoid ridicule. But Steev knew it was there, the only one
who did, and decided to not insult it this time. He climbed on
board, turned the crank and was off, giing not a care to the fact he
had no idea how to drive....
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Was how the flight-path went...in not time at all, the Schoda was
embedded in the side of Buckingham Palace. Steev peeled himself off
the plexiglass, rearranged his teeth, then jumped out. The assembled
party stared.
"Oh great" sighed Niples, "The sodding Super Engineer woke up
again..."