RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Return To Plebe

Who: Canazza
Where: Somewhere...
When: While the dwarf is Orbiting Plebe
Canazza couldn't see, he also couldn't move. He tried replaying the previous
night to see if it would shed any light on what happened.
He had just returned from his 'blowing up the gate' mission, and the dwarf
had returned to normal space or whatever.
Canazza realised it was new years eve, and, being the true blue Scotsman he
was, he was going to celebrate Hogmanay to the max.
Okay, that might explain why he couldn't see. But where was he?
Finally, there was something, a glimmer in his vision, a thin bright white
light. it was very close, he managed to move his arm towards it.
the cupboard door swung open and Canazza tumbled out onto the deck. He
looked around to try and get his bearings. he was in a kitchen area, looked
like a shuttle. Most likley a Starbug, what with the status screen on the
monitor opposite him displaying a 3D model of a starbug.
There was a voice, followed by the sound of the airlock closing. That was
closely followed by the sound of the engines and then the craft moving
forwards out of the hanger.
"Smeg," Canazza thought, "I'm on my way to some god forsaken hell hole with
a hangover."
He peered around the door and spotted Keto in the pilot seat.
"And if he finds out i'm here he'll probably try and inject my arse with
blue fluid again..."
<tag >
>From: "lucky_coincidence" <lucky@...>
>Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Return To Plebe
>Date: Thu, 01 Jan 2004 21:35:58 -0000
>
>Who: Keto
>Where: Corridor <insert random colour and number here>
>When: When the Dwarf is orbiting Plebe
>=====================
>
> Keto hurried down the corridor, trying to shoulder the backpack
>full of medical supplies that he'd hastily stuffed together the
>instant he'd heard that they were in orbit around Plebe.
> In the time since their last encounter with the planet, Keto had
>spent much time contemplating the unusual planet and moon. The fact
>that all normal, non-Plebian humans had gained superpowers from
>simply landing on the planet was intriguing enough...but the
>potential of actually managing to land on the moon and take a piece
>of it for himself was just enchanting.
> Then there was the possible financial gain from such a venture, as
>well.
> As such, Keto had decided that he, as Chief Medical Officer, was a
>vital part of any mission to the surface. Hence the backpack, the
>hurried look on his face and the speed with which he made his way to
>the shuttle bay to head to the surface.
>
>=================
>OOC: I'm getting in on the action in this one. ;)
>
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