Crawling around in the Bowels

OOC- Welcome to the third Joint Post by Amber Keats(Becca) and John
Keats(Tony), making fun out of bad situations since 1903!
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"Riiiight." Said Amber, wondering if he'd fit in the cupboard if she
painfully forced him in.
An awkward silence passed between them.
"Right Keats wake up!" Amber said eventually.
"What…erm… oh?" Keats rubbed his eyes. "Oh Hello Mister Royal
Ambassador sir!" He said with a salute and surprisingly no trace of
sarcasm in his voice.
"Hello Mr. Keats my fine young man, but its proper etiquette to
courtesy not salute, but I'll let you off as its better than the
gestures I get off most of the crew… YES THAT'S THE ONE AMBER I CAN
SEE YOU DOING IT BEHIND MY BACK THERES A MIRROR RIGHT THERE!"
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Who: Amber, Keats, Seymour
Where: Keat's Quarters
When: After the snip.
Amber smirked at the Royal ambassador and grinned at John. A thought
suddenly struck Seymour.
"What are you doing here... together... anyway?" He asked frowning.
Keats staggerd and swayed slightly, the Ultra-morph was a quick
acting painkiller, and it wore of fast.
"We... Ahhh... THE CLONES! yes, we just so happend to bump into each
other when we were fleeing in terror"
"Well.. that sounds like you old boy, but.. i cant help but think
something else is going on here, a bit shifty id say"
Amber giggled nervously and glared a death stare at Keats that needed
no words.
"So, urm... do we go to the promenade?" Amber asked changing the
subject.
Seymour pushed his shoulders back with authority.
"I shall be taking command of this little group, as ambassador i am
the natrual choice. I say we head off towards the promenade
immediatly"
He raised a spoon defiantly to his side.
"The Promenades that way" Amber said, pointing her had in the
opposite direction to seymours.
"Of Course it is, i know that! Well, dont dawdle, lets get cracking!"
Gathered on the promenade was a small group of Blue Dwarfians. Amber
coughed nervously, sure that someone would be able to guess. The
place was spookily quiet except for the quiet murmer of voices and
air con. Keats checked his pistol, it was a standard 13 round
magazine, 7 rounds had been fired from this one, and hed picked up a
single spare. Somehow, he knew this wouldnt be enough. He edged
towards Amber nervously. Seymour was fussing about the rest of the
crew, trying to force order into them, it wasnt working.
"You know... i gotta bad feeling about this.. we encounterd no
resistance on the way here"
Amber nodded feeling slightly sick.
"It's as if they wanted us to get here. What's going to happen to us?"
For a moment, Amber slipped and became a little girl who just wanted
to be looked after.
An unnatrual sense of courage flowed over Keats. The crew were idly
milling around in little groups, absolutely no sort of organisation.
"This is to wierd, im gonna check it out... wheres the nearest vent,
im gonna sneak around and try to find out anything, it could be
theyve busied themselves some other way"
He smiled at Amber who was looking worried.
"No worries Kiddo, no clones gonna get within 5 yards of hurting you"
Keats tightend his grip on the pistol
"Trust me on this one"
Amber frowned slightly at the 'kiddo' remark, but smiled anyway.
"Be carefull John." She said.
He checked the skin-suit he was wearing, it had an operational
lifetime of another 14 hours, easily enough to last until hed either
found out what was happening, or died trying. He gulped, and took a
bold step towards the wall, unbolted the grating, and crawled in.
"Man, didnt the JMC ever see a Bond film, id of thought theyd of made
small vents, not 2 ft high jobs!" he mutterd to himself.
Amber shuffeled from foot to foot on the edge of the nervous crowd
for a few moments.
"Stupid brain." She mumbled before running to the vent after Keats.
John wasnt having much luck. The vents wernt a place for 21 year old
carcasian males. He'd already fell down drop, landing on his pistol,
which fired off a round into the vent, ricochetting around before
imbedding itself in the joint an inch from his head. He crawled along
tho, people were depending on him... one in particular. He looked
down, and heard a shuffle behind him.
"John....." Amber said crawling along the vent with no difficulty.
"John, I couldn't let you risk your life on your own.... I mean.... I
thought you might need some help."
He tried a complicated turning procedure so he could look her in the
face.
"Please... i dont want you to be injured... go back, watch over the
others"
She glared harshly at him
"You know as much as i do that that isnt going to happen, now lets
go, obeofre Seymour realises were weve gone"
Amber became aware of an urge to kiss John. She turned her head away.
"We need to find a way to get rid of these clones." She mumbled.
"Ok, well, i was gonna head for the hanger, ive got a... friend there
in my ship, as long as its not overrun, he should be able to help
us... unless, you have another plan...?"
A sly smile crept onto Ambers lips
"I'm not sure there'd be time for my plan" she said.
"so lets meet this friend of yours."
John fought the temptation to mentally tag a sexual inneuendo to
Ambers words, and tearing himself out of eye contact, continued to
shuffle along.
"So, how can you find the hangers from here, i mean, there must be a
million miles of ventilation on the dwarf"
Keats tapped his head.
"Nano-tech Augmentation, we have a communication link, hes giving me
directions as we speak, here we go"
John turned to a normal looking wall plate, and removed it, inside
was a lift shaft for emergency use only, left over from when the ship
was in construction.
"Severn told me about these, i guarantee that they dont know about
them... well.. i hope not..."
"Is it severn were going to see? how can he help?"
"Its not Severn"
Amber grumbled at the lack of information she was recieving from John.
"How much further?" She grumbled.
The lift emergeged. It was rusted and shook, but it was the only way
to transverse the distance safely and speedily. The shuffled on, and
stood up.
"Ok, wel be there in a moment mate..."
Keats was speaking into the corner. Amber was feeling left out.
"WHO ARE WE GOING TO SEE JOHN!"
He sighed
"The Gun"
"WHAT!!! you SERIOUSLY think that.. that thing can help? For all we
know, its on there side! What were you thinking John?"
Keats couldnt fight it any longer, he turned round and looked at
Amber for a moment
"What is it?" He lent in and kissed her.
Amber pushed him away
"What was that for?" He asked, slightly hurt.
"Shut up." She said and kissed him back.
The lift shook and grinded worringly. They didnt notice for a moment,
to busy making the best of a bad situation, then, one of the support
wires snapped. The lift dropped about half a foot, before coming to a
complete halt.
<Continued later....>
Hey, whens SOTM, and whos the blindingly good looking guy/gal who
gets to give it out? Man, they ooze charisma so much!!!
<Brown nose alert, Brown nose alert!!!>