Sneaky sneaky runny shooty
Keats peered around the corner. Clear. He crouched and shuffled
quietly to a pile of boxes that happened to be in a corridor
proceeding the promenadial deck. He flipped out the side screen of
The Gun (TM), a skeletal schematic of the deck was on the screen,
various heat and movement signals were displayed. Keats whisperd to
The Gun (TM)
'Gun, remove all probable non humanoid signals...' The screen
flashed, a small bar was shown, filling up slowly.
Keats crouched into the corner as far as he could and waited for it
to finish.
<meanwhile, in Costa Coffee>
Jack shimmied down the cord. The shortsighted women peered at him,
before screaming 'SPIDER, OH GOD!!!' she stood up and tok a few steps
back from 'Spider Jack'.
However, due to her oversight, the chair was still in her way. A loud
crash and a wet thud signalled her unconsiousness.
'Seymour, lets get out of here..' Jack looked for Seymour, but to no
avail.
'So then, not a fan of the royal family eh?? well, take THIS you
wretched.. INGRATE!' Seymour was kicking his previous attacker.
'Seymour... Ambassador Niples! Stand up NOW and stop kicking her!'
Niples wasnt listening 'Insult myself, Insult my ship, Insult my
Crew, but never EVER insult the Monarchy!!!'
Jack Groaned, jumped off the table and grabbed seymour around the
waist, hoisted him off the floor, and carried him off.
<Back To Keats>
'MR. Keats..' it put the emphasis on the Mr heavily 'i have finished
calculating the likelyhood of all objects heat and movement, and have
formulated a checking porceedure that..'
Keats sighed 'Ok, so only people are shown now?' He heard a build up
of electricity from The Gun (TM)
'woh woh, thanks, err, good job Gun...'
He glanced over the crates, then to the gun.
'Erm, arnt THEY human?' Keats whisperd, whilst looking drectly at two
burely marines.
The Gun (TM) was silent.
Keats shoulderd it, and advanced slowly on the two armoured marines.
'OK DONT MOVE, I HAVE A LARGE GUN HERE, POINTED AT YOU, AND YOU
HAVENT EVEN GOT A... head?' The headless bodys fell over.
'Jack?' Keats said, quietly. He turned slowly.
A man dressed in a black stealth suit, much like Jacks, stood behing
him. A sword an inch away from Keats Jugular. 'ohhh shit...'
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