some things

who- King Seymour Niples and Ray oh and a deranged Scoutter
where- shuttle bay
when-well Ray lost his watch so he doesn't quite know
      It felt good to be back in the shuttle bay.  Someone had planted a rather odd shaped craft in the shuttle bay.  Its paint job suggested that it was a royal guard vessel but its shape suggested that it had been something much more sinister.  Ray than spotted a shadow move against the wall and figured that it was the Scutter he had been chasing.  He than started creeping up on it.
-enter flashback mode-
      He had been chasing down the golf cart it had the four most problematic Scutters aboard.  and somehow they had gotten Tommson machine guns.  He had just caught one of the ships other Scutters and started cleaning it when he had heard the golf cart and than the gunfire.  He had of course dived to the nearest cover and waited.  But one of the Scutters had jumped...well sorta half fallen but it managed to land on its feet...figuratively speaking of course, and was still holding the tommson.  The Scutter Ray had been cleaning was gone by now but the Scutter with the tommson was heading directly for Ray's hiding spot.  So Ray did the only thing he could think of.  He ran from his cover at the Scutter screaming.  Of course the Scutter fired.  The first shot that hit had grazed his right shoulder.  The second somehow managed to graze hit right leg.  By than however Ray had the Tommson away from the Scutter and was engaged in bitter hand to hand combat.  The Scutter was attempting to gouge Ray's eyes out and Ray was trying to deactivate the Scutter.  Ray succeeded in part.  The Scutter did stop moving but not because it had been deactivated, but because when Ray was holding its head/hand away from his eyes several of the tubes on the Scoutter's neck had broken.  The Scutter than had began spinning around and repeatedly ran into a wall.  That was when the Scutters in the golf cart had made their second pass.  One round grazed Ray's scull and several rounds imbedded in the other Scutter.  As soon as the Golf cart was gone Ray had quickly picked up the fallen Tommson and headed after the Scutter he had been cleaning before.
-End flashback mode-       Ray had quickly managed to sneak up on where the Scutter should have been but all he found their was some guy.  He was about to leave when he recognized the guy.  
-snip-
Seymour watched as they spoke to a burly woman who looked like she had a bad attitude. "She must be the new Captain." He said to himself.
He looked closer. "And she's been using my Herball Essances shampoo!!"
 
Suddenly a hand grabbed him by the shoulder from behind.
 
Seymour spun around to see....
-End snip-
      One of the pilots dressed in the remains of a JMC Jumpsuit, a leather jacket patched on the shoulder with duck tape, and a pair of aviator glasses.  The jumpsuit had been dragged thorough oil, and the dirt of the lower decks.  It was ripped in the places where the Scoutter's bullets had hit.  The suit's owner didn't look much better.  He was carrying a toothbrush and a Tommson (wouldn't that be a good name for a band or something?) and he desperately needed a shower and a shave.  A towel still hung from his belt and a largish looking pistol was strapped to his left leg.  
      "I see you have met our new captain." Said the battered pilot.
      "who are you?" said Seymour not recognizing the pilot.
      "I am the new guy from back on Plebe well at least that is where I caught up to you." Said the pilot
      "oh it is you.  OK. uh...(insert awkward silence here) what is going on?"
      "lets see.  Everyone has been assigned new jobs.  I personally get to be the peeon who cleans the Scutters.  I think their is a mutiny planed but I don't know.  I do know that most of the crew is in Parrots...well for now at least. If you would like to go their it is was closed.  However I wouldn't hope for much from them. Or me for that matter.  It has been several days since I had a cup of coffee I have been put on the bit o' bread and a pea diet with two glasses of water.  Anyhow I have to get back to work.  Scutters need cleaning and all.  Unless their is something you want me to do. Like lead the guards here on a wild goose chase. or something."
<Well?>