Skulking Around

Who: Keto, Canazza, Landing Party
Where: Plebe
When: After they landed, sheesh.
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<<SNIP>>
"Dean you Smeg Head." Everyone said in unison.
<<END SNIP>>
Meanwhile, a scant hundred metres away, Keto was wandering through
the forest undergrowth, brushing branches away just in time to have
them swing back and smack into Canazza, who was limping slightly.
More than slightly, in fact, given the possibly broken ankle he had
received in the landing. He'd considered mentioning it to Keto who
was, after all, the Chief Medical Officer of the JMC Blue Dwarf, a
medical practitioner who had taken Hippocratic Oath, and a fellow
human being who should aid those in need.
But then he had remembered it was Keto.
Canazza watched, growing ever more pained and puzzled, as Keto
insisted on stopping every minute, and throwing his watch in the air,
before glaring at it when it fell to the ground.
After what seemed like the hundredth time, Canazza summoned up his
courage.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked. Keto breathed a deep sigh.
"Are you not still concussed? Do you not want to remain quiet?"
"I was just wondering why you keep chucking your watch around,"
said Canazza, "You'll break it or something."
"I am trying, you fool, to make it fly," snapped Keto.
That caught Canazza off guard, and he fell silent until Keto threw
the watch in the air again.
"Fly?"
"Yes, fly! I should be able to make it float there, but no,
nothing!"
There was a long pause. Eventually Keto closed his eyes and hung
his head.
"Look, last time we were here, I could successfully magnetise any
bit of metal. I should be able to make the damn watch float there by
polarising it and balancing it against the planet's magnetic fields,
okay?"
"But you can't?"
"Does it look like I smegging can!?" shouted Keto, throwing the
watch at Canazza.
Ordinarily, the watch would have bounced harmlessly off his
shoulder.
Ordinarily, the watch would not have accelerated in mid-air,
smacking into Canazza's shoulder and sending him hurtling to the
ground, before zooming off into the horizon.
An instant later, undergrowth was ripped up by a sonic boom,
hurling it high into the air. Keto instinctively ducked, then slowly
stood up again, his expression somewhat changed.
"Now that IS interesting," he murmured.
"I think I broke my other ankle," came a voice from about shin
height. Not looking, Keto snapped off a nearby twig and flicked it
upwards.
There was a second sonic boom, and a small whirlwind of leaves shot
upwards as the twig broke the sound barrier and the atmosphere.
-- Meanwhile, on board the Dwarf --
Holly was just trying to work out what to do with the unconscious
form of John Smith when there was a loud bang and a hole appeared in
the floor about two feet away from the crewmember's head.
Holly frowned. There hadn't been a hole a second ago. Now that he
thought about it, there was a matching hole directly above it. And,
he found out after checking, in the deck above that, and above that.
In fact, there was a tiny hole all the way through the ship.
"Weird," murmured Holly to himself. It was fortunate for the Dwarf
that the skutters had slightly more presence of mind than the AI, and
patched up the outer hulls almost immediately, sealing the air in.
-- Back on Plebe --
"So you can accelerate things. Yay for you," said Canazza, "Can
you help me up?"
Keto reached out a hand, smiling.
"Just to my feet. Not to the stratosphere."
The smile vanished, but Keto grudgingly aided Canazza in getting to
his feet, where he balanced precariously.
"What now?" managed Canazza, "Bearing in mind I have two broken
ankles?"
"Well, anyone nearby will have heard those sonic booms," mused
Keto, "So...now we walk away quickly."
"I hate you."
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OOC: Dammit, been swamped with work lately (like everyone else, no
doubt - got to love that January workload, hmm?). Tag anyone. :)