Re: Niples \"Wobbly Ambassador\"

> An Aeron approached them. "This kind of thing happens all the time,
> so we can offer you this to take him home in…" The Aeron gave Emma
a
> wheelbarrow.
> "I am not getting in a wheelbarrow!!!" he said.
> "A `Hover-barrow' sir. The latest in barrow technologies… you can
> purchase this too along with any weapons…"
> "Oh do be quiet!" Seymour whined. "I'll be fine. Look I can walk…"
>
> He ran down the corridor like a spacca until he fell flat on his
> face.
>
> Emma scooped his soft form up and put him in the hover-barrow. She
> began taking him outside of the ship and across a windy walkway
> across the city back to where they had parked the BD.
>
> "No! I refuse for people to see me like this!" Seymour whined.
> People stopped on the street and stared at him. BlueDwarf
> crewmembers pointed and laughed.
>
> <OOC- Tag to Emma if you want to carry this on a bit, or to Kara if
> you want to talk to Seymour :-) >
''Oh do shut up,'' she told the wobbly mass in front of her.
''Shut up? Do you realise the punishment for telling an Ambassador to
shut up' I could have you...''
''Have me what? Look I've come here to help you and I don't think
you're being very co-oporitive. If it weren't for me you would still
be splodging your way along the weapons display room.''
''Oh splodging is it now?'' Seymour didn't lke the way she spoke to
him, It was bad enough to look like a human jelly fish and have
people laughing at you but to have a lower crewmember talking to him
like this was just humiliating.
Emma was beginning to get tired of him aswell.
''Look if a lower crewemember is going to take me back to Blue Dwarf
in a wheelbarrow,''
''That's a hover-barrow sir.''
''Yes thankyou,'' he said with an annoyed tone,'' I want to know what
your name is and what is your job on Blue Dwarf?''
''erm okay, as I told you before I'm Emma Bonney Roberts and I work
in the ship's computer lab.''
''Computer lab? What were you doing at the weapons display room
then?''
''Well a girl needs something to protect herself with.'' Emma then
pulled out a rather large gun and looked at it admiringly. It was
then that Seymour realized it was aimed at a part of him, he couldn't
figure out which part though, ''I say don't point that thing at me!''
''I'm sorry, there's just so much of you.''
''I'll pretend I didn't hear that.''
''Okay I'll put it away.'' Seymour was really getting angry now, and
then he realized that he had heard that name before,'Emma Roberts?'.
He remembered it,''Wait a minute, you're the Emma who had to see the
commanding officer weren't you.''
''Yeah I got a promotion,'' She joked.
''No you had to go to her office for a warning because you were drunk
and dissorderly and for causing a fight.''
''I did not cause that fight! It was some other drunkerds, me and
Kevin were just walking back to my room.''
''That's it! I will no longer be pushed around by a, by a..criminal!''
''Criminal? Excuse me? Look I'd be carefull if I were you, I know
more about you than you realise, I have access to the entire crew's
details.''
''No you don't only the captain and the commanding officer are
allowed!''
''Who said anything about being allowed? The system is pretty easy to
hack into.'' Seymour could feel his bones beginning to harden again,
which was good because he really wanted to get away from this woman
who was beginning to scare him. What did she know about him? Perhaps
she was lying but he couldn't risk it.
''I think I'll walk the rest of the way, seeing as my body is now
returning to its normal shape.''
''Okay if that's what you want, but I might aswell walk with you, you
may need some protection or something.''
''I don't need someone like you to protect me.''
''So if someone came up to you looking for a fight you could fight
back?''
''No one would dare fight with me!''
''I would,'' Seymour stared at her, secretly praying that she
wouldn't try to prove him wrong, he was expecting a punch from her,
Rif raf like her were always doing these things. She probably even
had a tatoo!
''Come on'' she said and carried on pushing the hover-barrow without
so much as an angry stare back.