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Who?: A team
When?: Directly after last installment
Where?: The planet
A short and sweet <snip>!
Keith said nothing..."Sir...there is something...that way...I think
we best alert C squad...I think I'm picking up lifeforms neer their
position and something heading towards the landed shuttles?"
"E?"
"eeeee"
*slap* MPP had slapped MP for soiling himself...
MPP drove the cart on...and finally got to the moutain range..
And an equally short <unsnip>
..Where Keith jumped out of the cart and ran energetically towards a
large chunk of Quartz
"Mummy!!"
"EeEeeeEe?" Squeeked MP.
(What is that Loony DOING?)
"eEEEeeeeEeE..." replied MPP.
(looks like he's hugging a boulder...)
Keith was lying amongst a large pile of Quartz chunks, dominated
by 'Mummy'.
MPP strode up to Keith and thrust a pad in front of his face.
"Listen, we don't have time for this, now help us on the search, you
goddam chunk of space-rock!"
"Ok, ok, no need to get all aggro Phi..Mr. Febuggure sir..." Said
keith, dragging himself reluctantly away from his 'family' and
trotting along in front of the two midgets.
"we'll have to go on foot from here, there's no way the cart will be
able to traverse this rocky ground. Follow me sirs."
For a good few hours the three smallest members of the crew hiked
across the mountain, accasionally stopping to look at some strange
structure that might be of use to them, but were always dissapointed,
untill...
Keith performed a double-take (or did the best copy of a double-take
that a stone can) and started to jump around excitedly
"Mr. Febuggure, sir! You might want to take a look at this...!"
The two Phils scrambled over rocks to join Keith, and there, lying
half-wrecked in the rocks, was a blue midget...
"I think that's my Midget, sir! You know, the one I arrived in? It
must have detatched itself from the ship and crashed down here...
let's see if it still works..."
The three of them ran over to the Space Corps' long-suffering
property and clambered inside the shattered cockpit.
"Now if I remember right, THIS button starts up the ignition... THIS
one engages the manual controls... and THIS one gives me the legs..."
There was a horrible clanking and scraping noise as the machine
lurched up onto it's two misshappen legs, but still managed to stay
upright.
"Great!" Cried Keith. "Now, if you two would stand here... and
here..."
Phil and Phil scrambled up to stand where he had indicated "then we
should be able to control the legs smoothly, and I'll do these
controls here... great! We've got working transport!"
And the crippled machine strode off slowly into the west... sun
setting before them like some low-budget western/sci-fi prop...
and <tag> Phil (and Phil)! ;-D