Crank up the Voltage!

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"Nah dad...you know i'm not into blowing things like you.."
"Is it medical dear" asked Tara
"Nah..."
"Well what is it?"
"I'm working in the same department as Cerebrum..Why's dad fainted?"
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Keats used the moments after Phils sudden strike of unconciousness to
slip out of the room. He patted his stomach and politely belched once
he was a distance away from the Phils apartment. The food was sitting
comfortably in his stomach, and he had a sudden hankering to play
about with his ship. He started into a skip to get to the lift
quicker, it had been over a day since hed been there. He slowed, and
stopped. A memory flowed back into his head, a memory of The Gun...
'Ohhhh Smeg...'
He turned, and bolted towards Lift #264/b, hopefully, if the crew
wernt THAT stupid, it would still be there in a nice pile. He sped up
and tried not to think what it would do to him.
<3 minutes later... ish?>
He slowed and doubled over for breath. Keats was a pilot, he relied
on big heavily propulsed ships to get him around, thereofre, hed
neglected training for.... well.. quite a long time.. He wheezed the
last corridor, and fell on the lift call button. It rose, and opend.
It wasnt there.
'Ohhh....'
Keats tried to decide if the Gun not being there was a good or bad
thing. He finished of the sentance.
'....Damn..'
He was comfortable with this response.
He got in the lift and signalled for the Hanger bay, as he descended
he could still smell the burnt Plasti-Glass and Cordite from when he
forced an escape. The door opend, and John leant forward in
anticipation. The Endymion was still there, guns pointing towards
him, 2 of the 4 missles nder the wings gone. It was just how he left
it. He ran towards it rubbing his hands, and in one swift movement
jumped up the boarding ramp and intot he cockpit.
'Morning ship!'
'Bastard!'
'What? What did you say that for?'
'You killed me!'
Keats thougght abaout this, and rememberd that hed shunt loaded a
copy of the Guns basic operations matrix into the ship for basic
computing tasks.
'Err... sorry bout that Gun'
'Hey, no worries, but, in the future, if i ever need any of your
insides, il blast em out of you. Then were even'
'Hehehe...'
'I wasnt joking'
'Oh.'
Keats leaned back in the leather pilot chair. It still smelt of
tanned animal hide after all these years. He smiled.
'Ok! let put her about into her parking space Gun'
'I cant do that Dave'
Keats blinked.
'Err, i mean, John'
'Why not?'
'Budget crisis'
'Smeg, of course!'
He patted his pockets for a cigarettem and instead found something
alot bulkier. He removed a wallet. Jacks wallet.
'Hey, Holly!'
' 'Sup?'
'Any chance i can use an external source of cash to get enough budget
to turn my ship around?'
'Well.... technically yes, but i would advise against it. It would
cost well in the excess of 50000 Dollarpoun'
'Expense' Keats said 'I no worries'
He jumped out and put Jacks credit card through the machine that
popped out of the wall. The Endymion slowly started up and turned
about into its space.
'Hey... wait a mo. Your not Jack...'
'Lies!'
Keats grabbed the card and legged it off to the lift. In a matter of
minutes he was sitting back down in Phils apartment, excusing himself
for his absence.
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OOC-Hehehe, ohhh, Jack aint gonn abe happy.