More DNA Blackmail

Who: Keto
Where: Medibay
When: As the Dwarf goes through the space gate hole thingy
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Keto had just made it back the medibay for about the fourth time
when everything went white for a second, causing him to clutch at the
doorframe and get his fingers trapped in the sliding door.
Cursing, he stumbled inside as his vision returned, then paused
expectantly.
After five minutes of standing absolutely still next to the door,
he assumed he wasn't about to be distracted by anything else for yet
another time, and headed over to the computer.
On his way back down from Stanchion 4, Keto had realised
something. He'd had what could only be described as a revelation.
Telling Chrysler that he was the son of Cerebrum had been fun.
Great fun, in fact. And it would no doubt be useful for many
Chrysler-torturing events in the future.
But, Keto had thought, if it worked for him...why not for other
people?
There were plenty of other people aboard ship whose DNA could be
very easy to 'confuse' with somebody else's...and the potential for
blackmail there was just too tempting to resist.
Keto spent the next hour going through the ship's medical records.
Of course, all of them were confidential and highly protected by vast
amounts of security so that only legitimate, official, trustworthy
people could get to them.
Two out of three wasn't bad.
Compiling a list of DNA similarities was time-consuming work, but
would no doubt eventually prove to be worth it, mused Keto. Even
slight similarities would make it so much easier to fake a complete
similarity, which...
He paused, blinking.
The computer was flashing a little message telling him that it had
found a near-perfect match. Which meant that the two samples had to
come from two related people...or from someone who had been cheating
on the DNA test. Such things were not unknown, especially aboard JMC
vessels when the official time for such tests was immediately after
returning from any planet that sold 'interesting' chemicals.
But the record on Keto's screen was that of Phil FeBuggure. The
old, initial records of Phil FeBuggure that should have been deleted
but had remained there due to Keto's lack of time (or inclination) to
clean up the medical database.
As far as Keto knew, there were no relatives of the 'old' Phil
FeBuggure on board. Amber and Rufus both had what he scientifically
thought of as Phil's "weird" DNA. The GELF DNA. This record was
before that...
Curious, Keto accessed the link to find out who was related to the
psychotic security officer.
His jaw dropped.
Then, after a second, it closed.
"Obviously psychosis runs in the family," he muttered, "And I
should have thought more about the significance of his obsession with
weapons and combat..."
It was then that Keto realised that possibly blackmail was not a
wise thing to use with these two particular crewmembers.
"Bugger," he growled, "I hate these FeBuggures. Phil, Amber,
Rufus, Jack...all of them!"
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OOC: Hehehehehehe...OH CRAP I'M LATE FOR WORK!