Buried By Phils

Who: Dr Keto, Phil, Mini-Phil
Where: Medibay
When: As the pilots attack the Hymenoptera
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Dr Keto was busy going through his old paperwork, trying to make
head or tail of it. Somehow he had to decipher everything he'd
written, mix together all the ointments that had been destroyed
during the clone attacks, mend the broken machinery in the medibay
and do all this while treating any injured crewmembers. He was
humming a faintly catchy tune under his breath as he went through the
papers, thankful that at least there shouldn't be a major influx of
patients any time soon. After all, it wasn't as if they were in the
middle of a warzone.
Just then the whole ship juddered with the recognisable flash of
jumping to a new area of space. Looking for a brief distraction,
Keto stood up and wandered over to the window to see what the new
starscape looked like out there.
<<SNIP>>
Dr Keto looked out of the window, seeing all the ships flying past
and around. "Dear God!" He said. Then one turned in space and stared
right at him. He quickly shut the blinds before weapons fire hit the
plexiglass.
<<END SNIP>>
He stood there for a moment, back to the window, blinking with his
jaw hanging open.
"Oh my," he managed after a moment. Perhaps he HAD better prepare
the medibay for a lot of activity. Again. Swallowing nervously, he
fixed another smile to his face and, humming under his breath once
again, began tidying up as best he could, clearing a path from the
main medibay door to the surrounding medibunks. As he reached up to
replace a particularly vital lightbulb, he was somewhat puzzled by
odd thuds and murmurs coming from what was apparently an air vent
running above it.
"Now, what could be...?" he began, but was cut off with a yelp as
suddenly the air vent cover next to him opened and out fell Mini-
Phil, followed by a small but still slightly heavier version of Phil
himself.
"Ouch," said Keto with remarkable restraint, "Could I trouble you
to get off me, please?"
The only response he got for a moment were sniggers.
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OOC: Tag Chris/Phil. :) Remember, Keto's being fairly nice at the
moment, hehe. (Unlike Wildflower, who by now is sitting absolutely
paralytic in Parrott's, hmm...)