To Break The Silence (Merry Christmas People, But POST!)

Who: L'Ontar, Tara, New Keto, Evil Santa
Where: AR Suite
When: Christmas, duh!
================
<<SNIP>>
> And with that Evil Santa dropped onto the decks and squashed a
> skutter.
<<END SNIP>>
"Well?" asked Tara, "What is it?"
Keto pulled his head back from round the corner, white-faced.
"It's Santa Claus...with multiple armaments," he said, blinking heavily, "I
can't believe I just saw that."
"Oh come ON," snapped Tara, "You expect me to believe that...and from you of
all people!?"
"Take a look yourself," suggested Keto.
There was a high-pitched whine, an explosion, and various skutter components
flew down the corridor outside, bouncing off the walls and leaving little
charcoal marks.
"I might have to take this one on faith," admitted Tara.
"We really need to..." began L'ontar, but was interrupted by a great white
beard shoving itself around the corner, revealing two beady gleaming eyes that
stared at the three.
"HO...HO...HO! HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY, OR NICE?" growled the Evil Santa.
Thoughts ran through the trio's heads for one second. Tara froze as Santa
stared at her, wondering if playing tricks on people as children, or messing up
vital medibay experiments counted as "naughty".
L'ontar also froze, wondering if talking to your imaginary yet now real
partner counted as "naughty".
Keto was already trying to struggle through an air vent.
"I THINK YOU ALL COUNT AS...NAUGHTY!" bellowed the evil Santa, and there were
a multitude of clicks as various items of weaponry armed themselves.
"YAAAAGH!" yelled L'ontar, lashing out with one foot and putting Santa
off-balance enough for the expected blast of unforgiving lethality to miss the
three crewmembers completely, decimating another skutter.
"Much though I'd love to stay and chat," began Keto, and then realised that
saying that was defeating his own argument, and began to shuffle along the air
vent.
"Wait for us!"
=======
OOC: Tag. Don't really have a plan as such, just...run! :)