Niples "Entertaining the floatees"

Ambassador Seymour Niples + Efof Yuwan'Kar
Space Eagle
Floating around
Whilst the AR cartoon fun is going on
 
The Space Eagle from far away looked like the head of an extremely large snake. The reason for this was that Seymour and Efof had set about rounding up all of the small escape pods that had ejected from the Blue Dwarf before it had exploded to stop them all from floating away into outer space.
 
Whilst Seymour sat in the comfortable warmth of the Space Eagles cockpit, Efof had been forced to don a space suit and stand atop the fighter's green metal hull and catch the floating escape pods with an electromagnet attached to a very long rope. Efof sighed deeply as he lassooed the rope around his head and flung it towards another escape pod.
 
As the Jupiter Mining Corporation has never been known to be a caring, considerate company, it was no surprise that Blue Dwarf escape pods were very small, and very uncomfortable for its inhabitants. Each one held only one person, maybe two at a squeeze, so all of the 1000+ Blue Dwarf crewmembers floated around grumbling to themselves, most of them probably desperately trying to avoid the floating lunch they vomited due to the uneasyness of zero gravity. And with such small escape pods and floating vomit.....that wasnt an easy task.
 
"How many more are there Efof?!!!" Seymours voice crackled through the walkie talkie in Efofs spacesuit.
 
"Erm.... fecking loads still sir! If you'll pardon my german sir!"
"French Efof, its French!"
"Where? Do you want me to rescue the French as well? I did lassoo Ensign Evans, he sounded funny- was he French?"
 
"No Efof" Seymour groaned. "He's from Liverpool, they just speak funny there."
"Ahh, righto sir!"
 
Efof threw the rope again and pulled another escape pod further towards them. Efof wasnt the type to complain about hardwork, in fact he saw everything as a human novelty and thought of it as a fun game. Like playing a computer game where you have to do household chores.
"Erm...Seymour.... This next Escape Pod...."
 
"Good Grief, What is it Now Efof? I'm trying to find some classical opera music to entertain all these people until we get help- all i can find is something called...'pop music', bah!"
 
"Well its that couple that live next door to me, you know the ones that make the funny noises at 11:00 at night?"
"Well...yes I think you'd better-"
"The escape pod is rocking sir!"
"Yes well I jolly well think you should leave that one for later Efof..."
"But sir, I can see something through the window, but its steaming up- do you think they're depressurising?"
"No Efof, leave them. I'll...I'll tell you when you grow up.
"I'm 1022 years old!" 
"Good job Efof, carry on." Seymour ignored him.
 
Back in the cockpit Seymour found a promising CD and made sure it was patched into every one of the hundreds of escape pod's radio system.
He smiled to himself as the 'William Tell overture' by ***boomed over the radio. Seymour proudly rose his nose in the air and conducted an invisible orchestra in front of him happily.
 
Meanwhile in the hudreds of dingy escape pods, fingers scraped at the basic metal radio panels to stop the cacofany coming through.
<snip, anyone else floating around want to get "rescued"?>
 
===================================...and now for the captain who just returned from a sucessful carpet bombing of Eden 7... Zap Brannigan!===================================David "Onion" Ballwww.hud.ac.uk/mmvr/ball-----------------------------------------------JMC Blue Dwarfwww.BlueDwarf.co.uk------------------------------------------------