ointment at 200mph

Jack had suggested a few various methods of ‘administering’
the ointment, and so now, Tara, Keto, Jack and Jay found themselves in one of
the cargo bays, the floor was scattered with makeshift ‘ointment grenades’,
‘ointment tanks; which was basically a large fire-extinguisher that had
been emptied, and filled with ointment, Jack and Tara were both wearing one of
these on they’re backs, and a third on the floor, and ‘ointment
proximity mines’. The eventual plan was however, to add the ointment to  the
ship’s internal sprinkler system and set off the fire alarms.
“Just leaves one problem…” said Tara as she
capped the bottle of ointment Keto had just produced.
“Whats that?!” Jack asked
“How do we get to the sprinkler tanks?! Theres
hundreds of clones between us and them, we don’t have enough of this
stuff to take them all on!”
“Relax” said Jack “You got me here!”
“Jack man” said Jay “Even you won’t
be able to fight what at last count was well over 900 clones, and that’s
just what’s between us and the sprinkler system, we’ve gotta head
from here, along the main corridor, through the promenade where all the feckers
are hanging out and down to engineering!”

“So…what do you suggest?”
“What about the E.V.E1?” suggested Tara
“Oh please Cleavage” Keto said “Don’t
give the moron an excuse to terrorise us with one of his toy’s”
“Toy’s eh?...” Jay muttered, eyeing up a large
orange box in the corner of the room.
“What about a tank?” Jack suggested
“A tank…”  Keto said in a tone
dripping with sarcasm “Perhaps we could ask the magic fairy of war for
one of those…THERE ISNT A TANK ON THE SHIP YOU UTTER UTTER BUFFOON!”
 “Guys..” said Jay, ripping the lid off the
box, “Going about it the wrong way, if we fight, we’ll die its as
simple as that, we need to avoid the clones, and with those Cheetahs out there
we need A LOT of speed to do it…”
“What are you suggesting?” Keto asked as Jay
hoisted the third ointment tank onto his back
“How much will we need doc?!”
“Well…the water in the tanks will dilute the
solution but one of those tanks should be plenty, just don’t spray any
before you get there”
“Cool..” said Jay, strapping a belt lined with
grenades around his waist, another over his left shoulder and picking up the
sword Jack and gotten earlier for him.
“Jack” he said “Toss me that gun”
Jack complied and tossed to him a sub-machine gun that Jack
had taken from one of his clones earlier
“What are you doing Jay?........” Tara asked.
 
Who:- Phil, Keats, Amber
Where:- Outside the cargo bay
 
“Wait til you see this thing, it’s a real beaut!”
Phil said grinning like a mad cat.
“I cant wait!” Amber said in a sarcastic tone “Something
that’s probably gonna kill my father! Yay!”
“Well” Phil replied, still grinning “I’ll
make sure I take all of you out with m…”
He was interrupted as a hail of machine gun fire tore
through the cargo doors, the three threw themselves to the ground, as Phil’s
custom motorcycle, the “tomahawk” flew over their heads, ridden by
none other than Jay Chrysler,  engine roaring, Jay closed his hand around
the clutch, flicked up the gear lever with his left foot and  tore off
down the corridor.
“Dad…” Amber said “Was that what we
came here for?!”
Phil was now a bright shade of red
 
 
<tag people, by the way this aint no ordinary bike right Phildo?!>