Symbolism and psyche's

<ooc Christ it
took me an hour to type this one handed!>
 
Jay stared around
the room, this place was a mess, boxes of what appeared to be paperwork and
various files of information stacked as high as the ceiling, the room was in
fact his office, although even HE normally kept it tidier than this…ok so he
got Efof to do it but same diff….
 
He pulled a random
box out from the middle of the nearest stack, and then realised his mistake as
he struggled to stabilise the tower of boxes stopping them from tumbling down
on top of him. He steadied the stack, and pulled one the many files from the
box, he read the title ‘Space Corp. survival techniques’
He tossed it aside
and took another this time entitled ‘Basic Engineering’ he put the files back,
in the box, and pulled out another. This time from the top of the pile, he took
out the first file, this one was much thicker than the previous two, in fact it
was an enormous hard-backed book, entitled ‘Advanced piloting’ he opened the
book at a random point, the book was printed in small print, as if to get more
on the giant page, and most of it had been scribbled out, replaced with Jay’s
handwriting as if he’d re-written the manual he had always deep down felt he
knew everything about flying.
 
He returned the
book to its box and placed it back to the top of the pile, turning away and
heading for the door. He was surprised to find himself in his quarters instead
of the corridor of the navigation deck. At least it resembled he and Alota’s
home, but the place was littered with photos.
 
He noticed one
particular photograph, how could he miss it, it hung on the wall, overlooking
everything in the room, surrounded by a huge gold frame it certainly
overshadowed the others pictures as though it were more significant than them
all. He recognised it as the photo of he and Alota on their wedding day, that
photo had always taken pride of place on their wall but never to this extreme.
He glanced at the other photo’s, all of Alota, his sister’s, brother, parents,
his friends, he laughed to himself as he saw a picture of himself, Dean and
Phil in Parrots dressed as characters from various super-hero comics and movies
each with a pint of lager in their hand. He remembered that night, he’d been
Wolverine, Phil was Spiderman and Dean…well Dean had the wrong idea and as a
result was a womble.
He picked a picture
of his sister Vanessa from the wall, it was a photo of her taken when she was a
bridesmaid at his wedding, shortly before she died.
 
He replaced the
picture and left the room, this time the door led to the drive room, unusually
it was empty, the room filled only with the chatter of various machines
regulating ships systems. He scanned the room and soon discovered that he wasn’t
alone after all. A figure sat at the helm station, not a human figure.
 
A hymenoptera
figure.
 
“What the smeg is
going on?” Chrysler asked, reaching for weapon at his hip, only to find there
was no weapon occupying the holster. “Isn’t it obvious?” asked the bug, bizarrely
speaking English “I’ve taken control”
“I see that…” Jay
replied “But why the Blue Dwarf, it’s only a mining ship seems like poor strategy
to me”
The bug went to
speak, but was interrupted by a voice over the comm..
 "Jay, Jay, i know you're in there,
fight that bug,you've got a stronger mind than anyone i know, if anyone can fight it, youcan, i know you're in there"
“What the hell?” Jay said, that was Jack…whatever
his last name is”
“Yes…he’s under the illusion that you can
regain control…”
The room was shaken as if the ship had
suffered an impact
“What was that?”
“Jack…he’s attacking”
“Attacking…attacking the ‘Dwarf? If you
think that you’re insane”
“And your naïve Mr Chrysler this isn’t the
Blue Dwarf this is YOUR MIND!”
“oh” said Jay
The tree was now dancing on a monitor.
“You think you’ll get away with this?” Jay
said “The crew will realise and stop you”
“Please…” said the bug, “With your wife
and best friend in command noone will risk hurting you, they will sit back and
watch as you lead them to their death as soon as I get you to the drive room.
“Wouldn’t hurt me huh?” Jay said, looking
at a monitor as the room shook, more violently as before. “Then why has that
big dude just blasted us with a bazookoid?!”
“They’ll try and
subdue you” said the bug “but they wont kill you, they’ll try and release you
from my control but they wont succeed”
“Then I’ll just
have to do it myself….” Jay said and dived at the creature.
 
 
<to be
continued>