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Who: Keto
Where: Promenade briefly, then Cargo Decks
When: After the death of the clones
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Keto walked across the promenade, trying (unsuccessfully) to avoid
stepping in the melted and half-dissolved remains of the clones,
which a few scutters were vainly attempting to clean up. By the time
he managed to reach the end of the promenade and get into the cargo
elevator, his shoes resembled a failed attempt at waffle-making...and
his face a very successful attempt to emulate a beetroot.
"Accursed clones," he spat bitterly as he jammed his thumb against
the button for a lower cargo deck, "Ruining my medibay and destroying
months of hard work! Now it's going to take me forever to repair the
damage with the limited supplies I've got stashed away!"
The lift sped downwards, dropping past the brig, past the upper
cargo decks, past the fairly isolated stasis decks, into the lower
depths of the ship, where people seldom went. The decks, basically,
where several not-so-law-abiding crewmembers hid away their personal
possessions that they didn't want the ship's inventory to list. It
was rumoured that Cerebrum had at least three whole decks to
himself. Keto had made the provision, when he came aboard all those
years ago, of setting aside a portion of a deck for himself.
"And if I can't recreate all those lost ointments, there'll be hell
to pay," growled the doctor as he continued to descend, "First upon
Chrysler, for being a template for those clones, then on that Jack
FeBuggre, for also being one, then on Chrysler again, just because,
then..."
As his rant continued, the elevator slowed, then came to a halt
before the doors opened, revealing a corridor that looked identical
to any of the other cargo decks, except being so long abandoned it
had several large cobwebs draped across it at intervals. Keto
stepped out, brushing them aside with an arm, still muttering.
"But I'll show them," he breathed after a few minutes of
walking, "I'll improve the medibay beyond anything it was before.
Now...where did I store those supplies..."
He headed deeper into the private cargo deck.
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OOC: Hooray, the clones are gone and we all survived!