Ventilation Now! Part 3

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"I don't care! I'm going back to the promenade, at least in numbers
we stand a chance!" Amber said, the shock of the lift accident still
with her.
"But...." He couldn't win. "Well.... try and stay alive..." he turned
away, a slight tear found his cheek "Please...." the tear rolled down
and fell off, leaving a slightly wet spot where it hit the
vent. "Please... stay safe" he whispered, before continuing towards
the hanger area.
<the master of clips declares this one, OVER!!>
Who: John Keats, all alone
Where: Vents
When: <shrugs> lunchtime?
He dropped down another shaft, only one floor was between him and
cargobay 23. Now he had to hope that clones wernt there to, and that
his ship was still there, and also the Gun would help him. He wore
under his breath and considerd crawling back to help the others. He
stopped, and looked down, he was about 50ft above the hanger, and it
was dark. He peered down into the darkness, he could see 3 generic
Jack clones miling about, one picking his nose with a 4ft blade.
"Man, they sure havent inherited any of Jacks already megre
intelligence..."
He crawled along, and slid down a ramped section of venting until he
slowed and stopped, about 5 ft off ground level. He started at the
grating, easily removing it. The Blue Dwarf never had much for
security it would seem, its main defence against any sort of hostile
invasion was that they would be sensible enough to know that there
was nothing of value on board, with the possible exception of a
choice selection of Seymours wines. Keats lowerd himself to the
ground, and darted silently behind a crate.
He peered around, he saw two of the Jacks standing over the third,
who had recently found the negative points of using a sword to clear
its nose, right after sneezing. The Endymion was sitting in its usual
place, chocks under its wheels to prevent it from rolling. John crept
towards it, and jumped intot he rear seat.
"I wondered how long it would take you to arrive, ass"
"Gun, i got no time to fight with you, Jack... Jacks personas have
taken over the ship, i need your help Gun"
"How do you know im not working for them, and at this moment have a
strike team sitting outside with Bazookoids pointed at us?"
"Because i know youd love to get one over on Jack, and by working
against them, youd be getting quite a few over him"
"Granted, well, im running low on power, you got any juice?"
Keats emptied the contents of the QUICKY into The Gun (TM), its
charge indicator maxed out.
"Right, time to take out the trash... Get in the seat Keats, im gonna
show you the best way to fight these clones"
The Endymions engines started up, the two remaining Jack Clones
turned round, and ran towards it.
"Launching salvo..." The gun Digitised voice boomed out.
2 Side-winders flew from underneath the wings of the Endymion, quite
happily gibbing there targets, as well as a large section of the
hanger.
"Ohhhh, Jays gonna kill me when finds out what i did to his flight
deck" Keats moaned.
The Gun fired 2 more rockets a sealed door, and Keats jumped out,
pulling the gun with him. He ran to the once secure door, and made a
break for the elevator, The Guns strap hanging loose on the floor as
he ran, holding it in huis one good hand. Two Jacks blocked his
escape, Keats slowed,r aised the gun, and fired. A spray of slugs
struck home, mulching them as they stood there.
"REAL TOUGH GUY!" Keats taunted at the shredded clones.
He dashed into the lift and set it to go for the Promenade.
"I only hope i can get there in time... i couldnt bear to lose... to
lose her.." He looked down, and attached the strap around his
shoulder.
<Tag, im coming the the promenade, armed and dangerous, use me well
dudes ;)>