Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] **ACTION** Deano goes Down
Not being blonde or anything but since when was el white wolf back to
captain? Alota hasn't relinquished command yet, or has she and i not paid
attention?
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From: "Chris Allan" <chris_allan669@...>
To: <JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Friday, August 29, 2003 7:18 PM
Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] **ACTION** Deano goes Down
> Dean had been talking in the bar to the new crew intake, when he had
started
> to scratch his head.
> "Damn" he said to Johnny, "My head really..." <thud>
>
> Well, Johnny B Good, the latest addition to the crew, didn't quite know
what
> to do when 2nd in command's of departments starting passing out on the
> floor. Of course, those who knew Dean well would just have kicked him,
and,
> if that didn't work, whispered "sober" in his ear.
> As it stood. John called the medibay and asked for an ambulance. The
Medibay
> promptly guffawed and said "What you think this is? The smegging Ritz?"
> "He's 6'10 for smeg's sake!" replied Johnny, "How am I meant to carry him
to
> Medibay?
> "<click-buzz>" was the reply, as medibay hung up on him.
>
> <MEANWHILE - ON EARTH, IN PLANETARY GOVERNMENT INTELLIGENCE, A DISCOVERY
IS
> BEING MADE...>
> "Sir?" said a subordinate to a superior.
> "What?" he snapped back, spraying doughnut crumbs over the vicinity.
> "You know our escaped prisoner? Colonel Mayhem?"
> "The one that escpaed last year and is currently subject to a massive
> manhunt? Well, womanhunt in this case."
> "Yes. That's her. We've found her."
> "WHERE?" The superior leapt up, knocking his box of doughnuts to the floor
> and picking up the telephone.
> "A space vessel sir. The JMC Blue Dwarf. A filthy mining ship full of
morons
> and space-core rejects. But it has a good lapdancing club in the seedy end
> of the promenade.... erm... so i've been told"
> "Arrange an arrest squad. Several divisions strong, she's dangerous and
> needs to be apprehended. Come on! MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
> The subordinate skittered out and started organising an arrest squad.
> It lifted off barely 40 minutes later. The best that Earth had to offer.
>
> <BACK ON THE DWARF>
> Johnny staggered into the medibay, carrying Dean's comatose form and
dumping
> it on a bed. "Hello?"
> "Now what?" said Keto, irritably, coming out of his office where he had
> been planning an empire made entirely out of soft cheese. Not for any
> reason, just it was better then the real paperwork he had to do.
> "Dean's, umm.."
> "So what? Do what we usually do?"
> "What's that?"
> "Put him on the floor please." said Keto, pulling on a rubber glove.
> "What's the for?" said Johnny, placing Dean on the floor.
> "It makes it look better when I do <THUD!> that." said Keto, savagely
> kicking Dean in the ribs.
> "Smeg. This might be serious dammit. Ok, I'll do a quick examination."
said
> Keto, sounding exhausted at the prospect. "Back on the bed."
> Keto pulled out some equipment and started testing Dean for somethings and
> not for others.
>
> <BACK IN PARROTTS>
> "Would Jay Chrysler, Phil Febuggure and Captain Whitewolf please come
> immediately to the medibay." came over the intercom, the music cutting out
> for the announcement's duration.
> Phil, Jay and WW left the bar where they had been drinking, and lumbered,
> weaved and walked (respectively) their way up towards the medibay.
> "Whatttch?" slurred Jay.
> "Oh god." said Keto, "You need to be sober for this." Then, he took a tube
> of ointment out of his pocket and forced some down the throats of the 3
> bystanders. Who promptly coughed, spluttered, gasped and then threw up on
> the floor.
> "Smeg! What was that for?" asked Phil,
> "I was sober too!" said WW.
> "Well, now you all are. Look at this."
>
> Keto led them through to the operating room and showed them a sheaf of
> papers, covered with numbers.
> "Wow! You can right out a series of numbers." said Jay, irritably, "why'd
> you call us up here."
> "Well, this should be a 0. But it's a 1."
> "Prizes for observation." said Jay.
> "Well, what it means is that Dean here has something metal in his brain."
> "Probably some shrapnel or something from one of the large battles that
> we've all been involved in. Such as bar brawls...other bar brawls..."
> "Well, I thought so too. Look at this." and Keto led them over to the
> operating table, where Dean was lying, knocked out, with a series of tubes
> lying around and in his body, and a gruesome looking instrument over his
> head, which currently had a probe poking out of the machinery and up
Dean's
> nostril.
> Keto indicated the TV screen.
> "What's that?" asked Phil, staring at the image.
> "I believe it's a microchip." said WW, staring hard at it.
> "Correct." said Keto, "But, if I zoom in." He did so.
> "My god!" said Phil
> "Evil Keto & Cerebrum Miming Empires Inc." read Jay.
> "So that microchip comes from the alternate reality?"
> "It must do. After all, we didn't alter our timeline, merely adopted a new
> one. So what happened there is still memorable and real." said Phil.
> "Well, even so." said WW, pacing slowly. "Why don't you just remove the
> chip."
> "I can't. Not from the outside." said Keto. "It might turn him into a
> gibbering vegetable if I get it wrong. Whilst I see no problem, Nurse
> Starbolt would probably viciously attack me. We need to get inside of
Dean.
> Obviously this is impossible."
> "What do you mean?" asked Jay.
> "Well, for example. Get inside of Dean. Physically inside of him, and cut
it
> out from in there."
> "That IS impossible." said Jay.
> "No." said Phil. "A few alterations to the wormhole drive in my lab and it
> could work. All we do is shrink the exit hole, and it should be compressed
> when it comes out. We could shrink a Blue Midget and the things inside it
> down small enough to get inside of him."
> "Would it be safe?" asked WW, still pacing.
> "No." said Phil, straight away. "No Guarantees."
> "We'll continue this discussion with Niples." said WW, "He'll know best.
> Let's go to his quarters. He's probably there still cleaning up after his,
> ahem, party."
>
> <IN NIPLES' QUARTERS>
> They entered as seymour was scrubbing the floor with a hanky tied around
his
> head. "Damned stains wont come out!" he femininely moaned.
>
> <after they updated the Ambassador>
> "...so, you can see our problem." finished WW.
> "I see." Niples sat down on the bronco. It promptly threw him over and
into
> the opposite wall. "Blasted thing." he muttered, getting up.
> "Actually, there's a further complication." said Keto.
> "What? It gets worse?" asked Jay.
> "Well, my analysis of that chip says it was broadcasting a signal."
> "Yeah, but to Keto & Cerebrum's Evil Empire. Which doesn't exist. No
> problem." said Niples.
> "Well, yes, but it's broadbasting on space frequency 782.57284" said Keto,
> reading it off a piece of paper.
> "So?" asked Jay
> "I see where this is going." said Phil. "Space Frequencies within the
700 -
> 899 Range are reserved for governmental organisations."
> "uh-huh?" said WW.
> "Well, 750 - 809 are reserved for the prison department."
> "So, you're telling me, that Dean is now broadcasting a signal to the
prison
> department?"
> "Actaully, he's broadcasting as an escaped convict." said Keto, "We'll
have
> the marines down on us in no time."
> "GET THAT THING OUT OF HIM NOW!" yelled Jay, and, whilst the others ran
back
> to the medibay, (apart from Phil, who went to the lab), Jay read out a
list
> of people to come straight to his office.
> "Alota, Johnny B Goode, Keats, Jack, Kara, Canazza, and Tara."
>
> When they arrived at his office, Jay let them in. "Ok, this is top secret.
> You, along with Niples, Keto, Phil and myself are all to be shrunk down
and
> placed inside Dean to perform a ground-breaking medical manouver. Meet in
> Phil's lab at 0500 hours..."
> "Jay. That's been and gone. It's 7:32 right now."
> "Ok, right, 0900 hours then. Ok?"
>
> Dean "Oh, I'm comatose" Thomas
> (Actually, Seymour helped. A bit. Maybe. Make it a JP :)).
> <OOC: Ok, this is the action guys. Let's go go go!! Those of you on the
> outside, don't worry! There's plenty for you to do too! See next ACTION
post
> for details!>
>
>
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