**Action** "Club Shipwreck, part1"

**Action** “Club Shipwreck, part 1”
Seymour and Kara
In the Space Eagle
Kara had lined up the alien insectoid spacecraft directly in her sights, she
had engaged the Space Eagles lasers blasting high energy light bursts across
its bow to drive it slightly more to the left so that she could get a
missile lock. The second the computer beeped to tell her that she had a
missile lock was also the same second she nearly put her finger on the
trigger.
Because at that same second, Dean’s Starbug crashed into the quickly
constructed Hymenoptera ship and ripped it to pieces.
“Good grief!” Shouted Seymour, looking down to see the Blue Dwarf
crewmembers getting soaked in gunk.
“Damn, that was my kill too!” Kara banged her fist on the dashboard.
“It looks at though you might get another chance, the second ship is taking
off too.” Seymour pointed. Kara turned the Space Eagle around and dived back
towards the ground. In fact she was heading straight FOR the ground.
“Erm…Kara, I’m not sure if I should mention of because I’m sure you’ve got
this all under control, but ….why does it look like we’re going to crash?”
They spun downwards just as the ship was taking off, its engines glowed
underneath its external tendrils and the Hymenoptera soldier piloting the
craft saw what the incoming green ship was doing. It decided to play chicken
too.
The hurtling ships came within inches of each other before the manouverable
spider shaped ship dodged to the side, spinning around on an incredibly
tight axis (that would have made any human vomit more than going on a
nitro-glycerine powered ferris wheel).
Kara pulled up just in time to avoid hitting the ground, the away team just
happened to be straight below her, whom she knocked over with her
slipstream. A few fists were raised at her as the Space Eagle flew around a
spaceport hanger to turn, flying back out again chasing the Hymenoptera
ship.
It had a little distance on them, but Seymour (who had taken over control of
the weapons) shot a few laser bursts to show that they meant business.
“Keep it directly in front and we can get a missile lock in 5 seconds…four…”
counted down Seymour, watching the targeting computer with his finger
hesitating over the missile trigger.
“Three.”
“I’m trying…..”
The ship barrel rolled and headed downwards quickly, Kara wasn’t prepared
and dived the Space Eagle in pursuit.
“Where’s it gone?” She asked.
“Pull up, pull up!” Seymour shouted.
She pulled up and saw the giant flying spider speeding off into space again.
“They just looped around you, a classic flight manoeuvre. I’m surprised you
didn’t see that one coming. That’s what I’d have done.”
Kara gave him a snarl.
Seymour saw an opportunity to shoot, as the ship crossed right in front of
his target crosshair. A laser shot out of the Space Eagle’s wing mounted
guns and hit the ship’s back leg. The engines cut out and it began spinning
out of control.
“I have missile lock!” Seymour shouted.
“Well fire then, I thought YOU’d see that one! Duh!”
A missile dropped from the wing and began jetting towards the spider under
its own propulsion.
As they just reached the New Ibizan thermosphere, the ship got lost in a
cloud. Through the fume trail of the missile they saw and explosion and
space ship debris turned into millions of particles of gunge, which slowly
began to rain down on the planet.
They both cheered, Seymour clapped his hands in praise of Kara’s piloting.
At least she didn’t crash the Space Eagle.
They turned back around and headed back, hearing this message come over the
cockpit radio.
"The bugs hate alcohol, get down to the main nightclub, repeat all available
Blue Dwarf crew and others get your butts down to the main nightclub"
They flew down and met up with the rest of the team in the biggest nightclub
in New Ibiza. ‘The Shipwreck’. This theme club was in the shape of an 18th
Century ocean liner, tipped 80degrees so that it looked like the ship was
actually sinking. With the most outrageously priced booze and entry, the
Shipwreck had become New Ibiza’s more popular club.
The crew gathered inside, in a room decorated as a sea-soaked posh lounge.
The 24 hour flashing disco lights were still going, but the party atmosphere
was ruined by the giant dead soldier-ant in one corner next to a half chewed
pair of human legs in flared trousers.
“Maybe they’d had a 70’s night.” Said Seymour, trying to keep down his last
meal of Roly-Poly pudding and jam scones.
Efof looked at the legs. “Cool!” He kicked them and tence energy remaining
in the muscles made them jolt.
“Groovy man, they’re dancing!” Said Efof following the legs to the beat.
Seymour found his way to the DJ booth and turned off the music.
“Awww, spoilsport!” Efof moaned.
Jay of course had managed to find the bar and was twissling cocktail mixers
around his head trying to impress Alotta, who just rolled her eyes at him.
The gargantuan Hamster Captain climbed up onto one of the dance podiums so
that he could address his crew better.
“Dance, Dance, Dance!” Chanted Efof, and the crew joined in clapping their
hands.
<Want to dance WW? Hehehe!>
David "Onion" Ball
Captain Seymour Niples, JMC Blue Dwarf
WWW.BlueDwarf.co.uk
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Londo: "Stop eating that, you don't even know what it is."
G'Kar: "Its called 'rice'."
Londo: "Yes, and if it were that good do you think they'd be throwing it at
each other?"
(Babylon 5)
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