Ummm, that could really be a problem.....

OOC- Right, i aint posted for a bit, interents been down for some odd
reason, i blame windows 98... anyway, i assume that pilots are still
out in force as i havent read anything to say agaisnt that.....
Who: Keast, O.S Jack (Oddly stable, hes cured boys and girls!)
Where: On board a generic Starbug
When: during our nicee big dogfight jobby thing....
Jack aided Keats to a Starbug, he was still having trouble walking
after being hit by the odd stuff from Jacks old experiment, it was
having... adverse reactons to him, never-the-less, he HAD to do what
hes best at. John climbed into drivers seat and strapped up.'Kay,
Jack, getchure sweet ass into that seat and warm your trigger finger,
caus boys, this aint no practice run!' Jack gave Keats a sideways
glance 'the hell you say THAT for?' John ignored him and followed the
other bugs as they left..
The bug blasted out into the cold vacuum of space, Keats was oddly
motivated, and flipped the cd player on, blasting out the tune
from 'Last of the Mohekans' at a volume that bled ears. 'Funny, id of
thought youd of put on Ride of the Valkaries or at least Damn
Busters...' Keast began to laugh hysterically. He shot forward
directly at one of the tractor beams before vomitting severely on the
floor, his head rocked forward slowly.. 'KEATS, getchure act together
man, comeon, there firing at us, damn it!!' Keats head shot up, his
hand shot out, grabbed his quantum Hip flask andhe took a long drink
from it before flinging it to the side and opening up the engines to
full throttle.. Jack started to look worried at the current mental
health of his friend... Keats fell unconsious... Jack unbuckled
himself from the seat, and grabbed the comms unit....
'This is Crewman Jack to Lt Commander Jay Crysler... Keats is down,
repeat, WE HAVE NO PILOT!!! please advise.....'
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