Hyper-Active Skutter Gore Fest

Who: Ensign Dave Canazza
Where: Engine Room, Section Alpha 12b
When: Time gets confusing, especially when the main plot it like it is... it's now, whenever 'now' is (after or during last post)
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The Piston behind him sat strangely quiet. A pool of oil at it's base. It sat in it's last position before all fuel was lost, down, quite how Canazza was feeling, he'd just been let of Punishment detail, due to the fact he DIDN'T mess up anything. You'd think it's hard for someone with such a low security clearance to cause such trouble, but he can.
Canazza sat in the plastic moulded swivel chair infront of the terminal. The terminal was lit up by an amazingly bright display of fantastic colours. All of them Grey. He was playing minesweeper. Minesweeper was the only program on the ships system that Canazza can access, as last time he got anything more, he deleted Freecell. Gaining him more time on P.D. as freecell was his superior's favourite game.
After his 3000th game of the day, Canazza decided it was time to go to work.
Each of the piston heads of this sector needed to be inspected and ready for ignition once fuel is delivered.
Canazza, and a team of 4 skutters were given a special duty, something so special that not even Canazza can mess it up. He's to de-rust them.
"It's been 2 years since the last service", his superior had said, "and its up to you to make sure that they are in tiptop shape"
It was menial, he may as well have been on P.D. because he'd probably do something much more rewarding there than on duty.
To liven things up he'd decided to make up a game.
The distance between pistons was 100 meters, now even with Canazza's rather porcine frame, he can easily run 100 meters, however, his game was not that simple, for after scrubbing each piston of rust, he supercharged the skutters and sent them on a race to the next piston
He'd place numbers on the side of each skutter and 'bet' on which skutter would win. pointless yes, but it passed the time.
After the 5th Piston race, Canazza realised he'd lost one skutter. He went back to the previous piston to see the lifeless skutter smouldering. It's circuits had caught fire.
Canazza grabbed a conveniently placed fire extinguisher from a fire point and put the skutter out.
Embarrassed, he ordered the skutter to the repair bay, but instead of going, it went over to the emergency-fire-point and grasped the fire axe between it's pincers, it turned to canazza and gave out a menacing whirr of it's engine.
"Blummin heck!" yelled canazza, turning and sprinting off,
he looked back to see the manic skutter chasing him, it's eye glowing red.
"AAH! LEAVE ME ALONE! IM SORRY! IM SORRY I - "he was cut short as the skutter attacked, chopping him to tiny bite-size person chunks.
Canazza felt his mouth, it was wet. Drool. He raised his head and stared at the terminal in front of him, minesweeper was still on, his nose was blocked and his eyes were crusty. He'd fallen asleep, and was now terribly behind schedule. He raised himself and turned to the four skutters busy waiting for him, behind them, Chief Zodar.
"Smeg" moaned Canazza
"Oh smeg indeed, guess where you're going", Zodar pointed to the oily pit at the bottom of the piston head, "you'll need a mop." _______________________________
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