Sitting back Jack, on the race track, gonna cut ourselves some slac

Who:Keats Keats Jack Jack and Severn
Where: Parrallel BD, Cargo bay 23 and outside the bridge
When: During and after Jacks lil run
Keats watched Jack desend into the arena, hed never really been to
the Cargo bays before, except to play with The Gun when Jack wasnt
looking. 'So, severn, This is a bit bigger than the cargo bays on our
BD' Severn rolled his eyes, and took a long draw from his
cigar. 'Right, now, ya see, this aint just Cargo bay 23, this is also
Bays 24-27 as well, from this here panel, ah can open up various
walls to allow for a larger training area, we just call it bay 23 for
short' Keats nodded and watched Jack Hit some sort of explosive
device, throwing him forward 'Thats gotta hurt' Keats mutterd. Severn
was at the control panel, flipping some switches. Keats ombled over
to him again 'You know, its kinda odd, on our BD, we dont have your
counterpart, as far as i know, interesting really' Severn continued
to work 'Sure... whatever....'. Keats watched as Severns hands moved
back and forwards across the panel at a conusingly fast speed 'Ummm'
Keats began, Severndropped his shoulders 'WHAT' 'Well, who made this?
where did you get these materials from?' Severn stopped his work and
turned round. His eyes were filled with a strange rage 'Look, I made
this, its what i do, i make things, i fix things, its all im good at,
The stuff is salvaged from other ships and places, NOW PLEASE, LEAVE
ME ALONE!' Keats backed off, He was obviously agitated, but Keats
couldnt help but like him. He went back to watching Jack.
<After The Training>
Jack tripped off the armour 'Wow, this is good stuff, it coverd the
hole that was made on my arm there, and started to patch it up' Jack
stepped back and looked him up and down, checking for wounds 'Yes,
its the latest in personnal armour' Jack smiled, easyily impressed as
always. Jane checked her watch, 'Hmm, right then, guys, probably
about time we took you for the tour, weve probably got a few ideas
you could nick for your own vessel...
<30 boring minutes later> 'And this is the Control Room, or "Bridge"'
Our Keats sighed, and thought to himself 'I REALLY hope im not this
sad...' Various voices were heard from, inside. 'Hmm, wopnder whats
going on in there?' Keats mused
<Tag, hey, perfect!>
OOC- i apologise for the crappyness of the post, i havent eaten for
20 hours, and im bloody hungary!