Lets hit the road jack, dont you look back, no more no more no more!

Keats started the motor, for fun he revved the engine a it first, at
least he would do if several of the lights wernt flashing at him.
Keats swore and jumped out, kicking the side as he went. 'Bloody
thing, serves me right really for going on the ones in the area
marked "maintanence" heh'. looking around, he saw only one other
vehicle he could use, secured in a crewmans personnal parking area,
was a perfect reconstructed Triumph '900 Legend' model, in BR Green.
KEats walked over to it, gave it a tug and found it was secured to
tightly. 'In these situations,' thought Keats, 'Theres only one thing
to do..' Keats started to scratch himself.
The ship looked at the one it chose to seperate, it decided that it
should have some fun with this one....
After five minutes of sawing, hitting, scratching and power-tool
wielding, The bike came free. This time, it REALLY revved, 'Yep,
theres nothing like the sound of 1200 ccs of pure power between ones
legs...' pondering this thought for a moment, he drove off, stopping
briefly for a few last things, a leather jacket hanging up on a peg,
an antique pair of sun-glasses and some kind of ancient ballistic
weapon, using large slugs. KEats smile grew more...
The ships attention was diverted for a moment to a figure running, it
held a lagre weapon, still, no threat to it, it looked at it calmly
for amoment, before turning back to its other project, which was now
accelerating very quickly out of the vehicle bay.
'OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!!!' Keats was screaming as he burned around
the corners of the ship aimlessly, yes, this abby could REALLY
move... he skidded to a halt next to a large map, next to it was a
large elevator leading to the bridge. 'Right on! finally, up to the
bridge and lets get some sweet salvage!!' Keats wheeled the bike into
the lift, turned it round, and waited as the lift rose quickly..
The ship was curious, how was it that this person knew where its
friend was? was it some kind of sense, or was it just luck, still, it
should be interesting to see...
'Two floors left..' thought keats, he checked his gun, well greased,
plenty of ammo, he smiled, thinly....
<snip>
Turning because of the surprise, a tube shot from
the machine and stabbed Jack in the back, shuddering, and eyes
starting to go red. The gun falls from his hands, and he collapses,
eyes open, blood red...
<snip>
as jack collapsed, he pulled his head up. He heard an odd
sound, 'some kind of beast or devil must be after me' he thought. A
loud 'ping' filled the room. Several of the living cadavres turned
round, as they did, some kind of hellish explosion came from the are
where the lift was, two zombie heads rolled off.
'YIPPIE KIYAY' Keats was enjoying this, the gun still had 10 rounds
left in it, it seeemed oddly effective. Glancing around, he saw JAck,
sprawled on the floor, his mind (which was acting on so mutch
adrenaline it practically reacted to events before they even happend)
threw his body ino gear, revving the motor, he shot forward, skidded
into a sharp turn and hauled up his friend on the back of the bike
before gunning it down a corridor, a nice straight corridor. Leaving
the bridge behind him, he drove off, all the time thinking 'I
reeeeally like this bike....'
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