Let's have a party!
"HOLD HIM BACK!" yelled Alota, as Phil flung himself towards the gap, Dean tackled him to the ground... "quick! He's angry,
someone else! need some help here!" gasped Dean, sturglling to hold Phil down, together they rolled into the emperors ship.
Weaponless. "SMEG!" yelled Alota.
<END SNIP>
5 Minutes later, and things had not changed much. Well, not much. But they had defintiely changed for the worst. Both Dean and Phil were being held by numerous minions, and Emperor Keto had a gun to Phil's head, and ditto Cerebrum for Dean.
The two sides sat, staring at each other for a while.
Alota whistled a little.
Tara got out some tea.
Then Kara came. Charging through the door, (presumably having heard Alota scream "SMEG!") she stopped, bewildered, and doing a comedic double-take.
"Who? When?" she stammered. Why on Io where these people sitting around, drinking tea when clearly they could see that two of their crewmembers were in mortal danger?
"Shouldn't, we, well, do something?" she asked Alota.
"Like what?" pointed Alota, "if we shoot, Dean and Phil die. So we can't do anything. And with the Jarette embedded in the Raven's hull, they can't do anything either."
"Point." said Kara, putting down her bazookoid and accepting a cup of tea from Tara.
Just as things were settling down to the uncomfortable silence again, in burst Canazza from the docking bay.
"Where is..." He started, but never finished. The words "my evil double?" never left his lips.
"Why?" he asked plaintively.
Alota looked at Kara. "Your turn to explain.", and she idly took another sip of tea.
"Well, basically put, neither side can do anything. So we aren't doing anything." said Kara
"Tea?" added Tara.
"No thanks, I'm a coffee man myself."
"It's a pity we lost the whisky." said Canazza. The other Canazza.
Phil let out a sob at that.
"Oh well, can't be helped." said Tara.
Just then Jay burst in, in the EVE1.
He looked around. "Having a party are we?"
"Oh yes." snapped Dean sarcastically, "I was just about to irradiate the caviar niblets."
"Ooh, not for me." said Emperor Keto. "Never liked fish."
Jay just sighed, and, opening the visor on the EVE1, accepted a cup of tea from Tara.
Dean "Caviar Niblets" Thomas
<OOC: Sorry it's a bit crap - <watches as his inspiration and writing ability both fly out the window>