Unknown Sector KC245/2

<snip>
'Engaging final safety catch... now!'
The Endymion made a worrying sound and instantly extended to a
mathamatically infinitely long and infinitly thin (were talking
trillionths of a quark here are like mount everest in comparisson)
and lurched forward before arriving in a area of space worryingly
unoccupied. The T.D.D. had malfunctioned. Now they were lost.
They were lost in space.....
<end snp>
Keats was in a specially devised skin/fly suit, it had an archaic
look about it, but it hid a much more technically advanced secret.
The mouth piece was sealed to a micro-thin layer around his face, his
eyes were coverd by a visor petruding from a slighty oversized
helmet. His body was coverd by a loose fitting flight suit, under
which, pressed against his body was the main skin suit, called so as
it was basically a second skin, only one that could act as armour,
administer painkillers, and in extreme circumstances, provide a
resistance to hard-vac in space.
'Severn, you nearly done down there?'
Severn was using an arc-welding tool to fix the T.D.D drive. It had
misfired them and launched them into unknown space. Severn
subvocalised to Keats, tho, something was odd baout it, to...
smooth...
'Almost done Keats, il be 3 more minutes tops'
Keats looked at his oxygen and power gauge. In 15 minutes hed die of
suffication, however, that was no problem, what was the real trouble
was that his skin-suit would give out power reserves in 5.
'Well, hurry it up'
Keats felt alone, a sense of agoraphobia crept in as he looked out,
it wasnt so bad when the cockpit was selaed over by the screen, but
at the moment it was open, and all systems and everything inside was
exposed to hard-vac and the general lack of anything. Keats shiverd.
***On the Dwarf***
Severn idly twiddled his thumbs, then making a hand gesture,
activated the AI control, and smiled before takin goff the visor. It
was hard work. He crawled along and rolled out the vent and into
Cargobay 23. A short walk later, and he was over at a small console,
he flicked a switch, and smiled, a monitor of the insode of the
Endymion was displayed, Keats was flusterd, the readings on the
display were flickering wildly, the computer recorded all this
information. He glanced to a table that had a small silicon looking
sphere on it.
'Ahhh, looks like Hans did his work well, but, he never had access to
our technology on the front of human bio functions, now then John,
lets see how you react to this'
He pressed a button.
***The Endymion, Unknown Sector KC245/2***
Keats looked at his power supply, 3 minutes left.
'Come on Severn...'
'Going as fast as i can, John'
Keats leant back and looked up. Then, he rememberd the negative
traits of hard-vac, namely, no sound can travel.
The alert was going crazy.
'Severn! getcher ass back in here! We got incoming... i think there
pellets!'
Severn turned around, just in time for a small lump of stone to pass
straight through what had once been the main engine of the Endymion.
Another wave of pellets travelling at half lightspeed came at them,
the sensors picked them up.
'Severn! i cant activate the shield with you outside! GET IN!'
The first pellet struck.
It struck Joseph, leaving a hole the size of Keat's fist in him. He
flicked the shield up, the rest struck and dissolved harmlessly
against the shield array. Then, the sensors picke dup something else.
It was vaguely missle shaped.
Keats hit the thrust, leaving Severns corpse spiralling off intot he
distance, the missle turned and followed him. It drew closer.
***The Blue Dwarf***
Severn looked at the console, and flicked another switch. The monitor
in the Endymion showed Keats struggling to escape the missle, and
then, the screen went blank. Severn leant closer and spoke into the
mic.
'Thankyou Leutenant, youve been most helpful'
Keats looked bewilderd.
'Where am I?'
Cargobay 23, on the Blue dwarf, in the holdf actually, the T.D.D shot
you straight into the hold.
'but, i saw you die'
'Actually, no, you saw a computerised version of one of my...
friends...'
Keats looked around, on the floor was a replica of Keats with its
chest and head open. Wires were spiling out of it.
'I recognise that... thats...' Keats couldnt believe it 'A moravec?'
'Yes, your little sortie into the Gun was a little staging of my own
devices, the gun, although it was damaged was easily fixable, i
wanted you to go in so i could get data on how they worked and
impliment them into these... toys...'
'But why?'
Severns composed image left him for a second, then it came back.
'Because i could'
<tag>
OOC- well well, thats over