It Could Be You

Who: Keto, Tara, L'Ontar
Where: Outside air vent
When: After the close escape from Santa
<<SNIP>>
> "All the senior officers are off the ship....." Tara said "And that
> means the next highest ranking officer is in charge...." She looked
> at Keto.
> "That's him" L'ontar finished her sentance. Keto grinned in the way
> that could only be matched by an evil persona...
<<END SNIP>>
"Excellent," murmured Keto, "Now that every senior officer above me is off the
ship...the captain, the executive officer..."
There was a pause.
"The executive officer's not off the ship, is she?" growled Keto.
"Umm...maybe?" ventured L'Ontar.
"Great. So I'm MAYBE in charge of the ship. If there's ever a probability of
a possible catastrophe then maybe I could perhaps take control of the ship."
"Apart from the fact that there's a security lockdown and you can't do
anything," pointed out Tara.
Keto glared at the pair of them.
"Why didn't I leave you back in there to be killed by Santa?" he asked.
"You did," pointed out Tara, "We just happened to follow."
"Point."
"So what do we do know?" began L'Ontar, but only got as far as "we" before he
was rudely interrupted by a huge metallic fist punching through the floor below
him and making a grab for his leg (which fortunately missed by a narrow margin
as all three jumped a foot in the air).
"Now," said Keto, guessing the rest of L'Ontar's sentence, "We try to avoid
being killed by the very annoyed Santa with great electronic sparks running down
his spine, and later we try to find out who annoyed him by somehow causing an
electromagnetic pulse."
"How do you know there was an electromagnetic pulse?" asked Tara as the three
of them backed away from the widening hole in the floor.
"My watch just stopped working," growled Keto, "Must you question everything I
say? I'm possibly maybe perhaps the senior officer aboard this ship, you know,
and even if I'm not that I'm still technically YOUR superior."
"Or would be, if you were Charles Keto."
"I could argue that point, but I'm rather concerned about saving my hide about
now. Shall we?"
With that, the three turned to run away as Santa began to haul himself up from
the floor below.
"Uh...Holly, please open the door," said Tara.
"I'm sorry, there is a security lockdown in progress," announced Holly, "So
no."
"Holly, open the smegging door!" snapped Keto.
"I'm sorry, there is a security lockdown in progress," announced Holly,
"Didn't you hear?"
"Guys?" said L'Ontar, tapping Keto and Tara on the shoulders. They turned
around.
"HO. HO. HO."
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OOC: Yes, very little content and fairly boring, I'm sorry. :( I'll try harder
in future!