Jay threw up

"Dean stubbed his toe, but yeah we're currently running away from
hema-watzits"
Phil appeared next to Jay looking smug, "Jay" he said "Set a course
for that derelict, according to Cannon theres something over there
that I think may be of interest..." Jay turned back to the
comm "We're coming over Alota..try to hold it off til we arrive" she
then heard him talking to the rest of starbugs occupants
"Guy's...it's hero time!"
<END SNIP>
"OW! IT HURTS!" yelled Dean,
"Stop whining." said Alota
Dean and Alota were currently hiding behind a stack of fuel barrels
from the bug, which was about 300 yards off, and looking for them.
Tara was acros the corridor, sheltering behind a crate, Dean looked
across and saw what was written on the crate.
"Alota." he said, "make a distraction! Then when I run, you run,
mmkay?"
"What you doing?"
"JUST DO IT!"
Dean leapt across teh corridor to Tara,
"AS soon as Alota starts making a distraction, Run like hell, ok?"
"What?"
"Do it!"
Alota stood up and knocked over the fuel barrels. "Whoops." she
said, then she started dancing. This of course, attacted the bug's
attention, and it started to run down the corridor towards them.
Meanwhile, Dean was fumbling inside the crate, he took the pin out
of one of the grenades in the crate, and placed it back in the box,
before turning and running, Alota in hot pursuit.
The force of the explosion threw them off their feet, and, guns,
hands, and leg's flailing, they flew down the corridor towards the
fleeing form of Tara. Crashing into her in a tangle of arms and
legs, they hit the ground and slid through the doorway at teh end of
teh corridor, before the roof of the passageway collapsed behind
them.
Dean, untangled himself and stood up, before helping the ladies to
their feet.
"When you speak of this, especially to Jasmine, as I know you will,
could I be shirtless? I think it would be mroe impressive if I was
shirtless."*
"Shut it."
"Where the hell are we?" said Tara, looking around.
"Look's like some kind of computer control mainframe." said Dean
"No Shit Sherlock." Alota sarcastically added, looking at the banks
and banks of machinery. "Looks rather organic too." said Dean,
stepping up to a control panel, in front of which was a glass
frontage, through which the zombie factory could be seen, along
with, "JACK!" yelled Dean,
"Where?" said Tara and Alota, together, coming up to see.
"In there. You two, go through the door and see if he's alright, I'm
gonna check this place out in here."
"Ok." said Alota, but, as they stepped through the door, she
added, "You sure we should ahve left Dean alone in there?"
"He'll be fine." said Tara, "which is more then can be said for Jack
here." The two ladies crouched over Jack's bloody form.
Meanwhile in the control room, Dean looked over the keypad. They
were all big coloured keys, no letters or numbers. Dean, curoius (or
stupid) as ever, pressed the big yellow one. "Construction mode
changed, mechanical production halted."
"Hey, cool! I stopped the zombie machine!" started Dean
"Changing to electrical mainpulation."
"Alota, go and see what he's doing?" said Tara, starting to panic.
"Will do." said Alota, "don't like the souund of that at all. She
took one step, right into a glass cylinder that had shot down from
the ceiling.
"Is this the DNA sample to be changed?" said the voice to Dean.
"Erm.. no! ALT CTRL DELETE! Aww.. shit, in this case, I'm going with
Red, Blue, Green!" Dean pressed them,
"TARA!" yelled Alota, "I can't move!"
Tara got up, to hear this:
"Please enter new genetic code."
Tara bolted for the door to the control room, she made it, "DEAN!
PRESS NOTHING! GET HER OUT OF THAT TUBE!"
"I know, I know, I'm trying, it was the red one that got her in, so
I'll press it again"
NOthing happened.
Dean pressed it 5 times, before pressing random buttons in a bid to
get her out. Tara joined in... A few seconds later,
"New Genetic Code accepted, please stand by."
Dean and Tara looked at each other.
"SMEG!"
The cylinder whited out...
Dean's commlink buzzed. He checked the number. "Hey Jay! How's it
going?"
"It's fine, listen, we're about to land, can you tell us where you
are? And how you are? Did you mange to escape teh hymo?"
"Yeah, we managed fine, I crushed it under the roof. It's a great
tale, I'll tell you it in the mess one day. I think we're all ok."
"You think?"
"Well, Keat's is nowhere to be found, Jack has a tube in his back
and his eye's are spouting blood..."
"...is my wife ok?" Jay interrupted, starting to get a little
worried.
"Well, I think so."
"You THINK?"
"I dunno, erm.. how do you tell if a, if a Snugiraffe** is healthy?
We can't look at it without throwing up!"
"My wife is a Snugiraffe?"
"Take a look, switching to visual."
Jay looked, and threw up.
Dean "Whoops." Thomas
* Shamelessly ripped from Scrubs, Dr Cox actually.
** A Snugiraffe is in "Last Human" For those who haven't read it, I
provide the description:
"...and something that looked like it had escaped from a really bad
LSD trip entered the hall and took its place at the podium. A sickly
warm tide of nausea slowly filled Lister's body from the stomach up.
It had the legs of a giraffe, the body of a gargantuan slug and the
earless head of a giant cobra; it also looked as if it had just had
a bucket of mucus thrown at it....
...The creature's huge elongated head hovered over the assembled
prisoners like a ginat spent phallus, and its long pink tongue
flitted in and out, dribbling a particularly unspeakable kind of
unspeakable yellow mucus...
...The opening sentences of its speech were lost in a crescendo of
retching and vomiting. But it was quite used to this. Very few life
forms ever met the Snugiraffe without evacuating at least part of
their bodily contents."