Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] **ACTION** Deano goes Down

Well Canazza matey, its an explanation but the fact that White wolf was
killed in the normal timeline anyway,,,,
i think we should just chalk it up to Dean being a tit ;)
----- Original Message -----
From: "squeaks" <RON@...>
To: <JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Thursday, August 28, 2003 10:40 PM
Subject: 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?
> ----- Original Message -----
> 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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