**Actionette** \"Marines Marines!\"

OOC-I just realised nothing much has gone on outside of Dean for a
while so I'll pick up from last week. This is an **Actionette**, not
quite worthy of **Action** status but hope it has enough narrative
to explain a few things.
Cerebrum lead the confused Marines away, the butch men were looking
at his business card. Dean was being helped to medi-bay.
"…and now look at the injuries, he's bleeding! So may sue for
physical and emotional damage, and the trauma of being mistaken for
a woman!"
MP was humping the legs of one of the female marines. She brushed
him away although secretly must have enjoyed it as she slipped the
midget her number.
Efof and Wirrals stood there unsure what happened. After a moments
pause Efof thrust his `Hero' certificate in the air.
"THE HERO PREVAILS!!!" he said dramatically.
Wirrals found himself start to sober up. "Right, back to Parrotts"
he announced.
"BACK TO PARROTTS!!!" Efof said even more dramatically. Punching the
air and following Wirrals who had his hands in his pockets.
---Back in Parrotts---
<snip>
"So what is an attractive bird like you in a
place like this talking to a smeghead like me?"Why the hell did he
say that?
Oh,well at least he was being honest. "Hi, I'm Skylar Summers by the
way."
<end snip>
Efof regained his position behind the bar, and gave Owen his
certificate, who wasn't impressed but said he's put it up on the
wall with the other bar-tat.
Wirralls pointed over to Kara and Skylar, who were chatting on a far
table.
"Looks like that guy's hitting on your bird Efof!"
Efof looked around and saw them chatting.
"Oh no, what do I do?!"
"Go over and tell him to keep away" Said Owen.
"But..but…well she's not really even my girlfriend yet… we've only
been on a few dates" Efof whined.
"Have you been on a picnic yet?" Owen asked.
"Well I wanted to take her down to Waste Extraction for a romantic
picnic but she refused…"
"Refused waste extraction? The BITCH!" Wirrals said sarcastically.
"Nevermind!" said Owen rubbing Efofs shoulders to give him
confidence. "You like her don't you?" Efof nodded. "Then go for it!"
Efof climbed over the bar, knocking drinks flying and smashing
glasses.
He walked over to Kara and the boy he'd never seen before.
"Oi! This is my girlfriend!" he said and sat down next to Kara,
hugging her tightly.
"Efof your squeezing me!" Kara winced.
"She's mine, not yours!"
"Efof! Whats wrong with you? I can talk to whoever I like!"
"No, only talk tome, pweeease…. I want to be your boyfriend…" said
Efof like a child, and big puppydog eyes.
Kara laughed.
"Efof you're so pathetic! Anyway you've got the wrong idea. This is
Skylar, he's only twelve!"
"Only twelve? ONLY twelve?!! I'm a Ffionian, I WAS MARRIED BY
TWELVE!!"
"Really?" Said Kara. Knowing the things she had heard about Ffion
she wasn't really surprised.
"No of course not!! You humans believe any old tripe I come out with
dont ya!"
Kara rolled her eyes.
----Cerebrums office----
A group of Marines sat in the waiting room cross-legged reading out
of date fashion magazines while Cerebrum had the leader in his room
on the comfychair.
"So does this job make you feel angry? Or did you become a marine
because you were angry?" Cerebrum asked and jotted down his notes.
"Well…. HEY! This is just a distraction isn't it?! We came here for
a job and by gum we're going to do it right!"
Cerebrum groaned. "If you must…"
The marine took out his walkie talkie. "Right men, I want all teams
to deploy ASAP! We need to catch that woman…man…Dean…thing."
"All teams just to catch Dean?" Cerebrum asked. Jotting something
down about insecurity.
"No, no!" Replied the marine. "We're also going to have a good piss
up, find your best burlesque house and rudely whistle at and harass
all the women officers onboard, oh yeah baby!"
---Flight Deck---
Three large troop carriers flew aboard and hundreds of brawny, bad
mannered, pea-brained, joking marines filed out. Each one pinching
the Flight Deck Attendants posterior as they passed.
The lead marine passed over some papers to the nearest person he
could find, who happened to be WD-40. "Space Core regulation 69.5
paragraph 2 states that for the next…"
"Regulation 69.5 paragraph 2? The Space Core council should be
representative of every United Nation aside from the Welsh because
they're ginger haired tossers? A widely controversial policy but I
don't see how it applies here sir"
"Okay paragraph 3 then. For the next 7 days the Blue Dwarf will be
under our control!!!"
<Ok everyone outside of Dean. We have company!>