Planting Begins

Who: Keto, Tara, Chris, Group In The Raven
Where: Outside the Blue Dwarf
When: The same time as everything else
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<<SNIP>>
> "Keto,Do you know,if you hadn't killed Jasmine of done
> that bloody operation in the first place, none of this
> would have happened, you could have been so much more
> and now you're standing here about to watch most of
> your friends that you've cared about all this time,
> where's the sense in that, so, if I were you, and i had
> any sense, i would put the gun down around about now,
> now, please keto, put the gun down, or i may have to come
> over there and do it for you, now please keto put it down,
> and tell us a way of saving ourselves, you're usually good
> at that, now please, put the gun down, why don't you just
> do as i ask, and not bother putting any explosives down, now
> please keto listen to me.....
<<END SNIP>>
Keto looked at the space-suited figure that was slowly approaching
from behind Tara, continuously talking over the radio as it stepped
forward.
"Shut up," he growled, pointing the gun at its leg, "You're trying
my patience."
"Shooting me in the leg won't do much damage."
"Hello? You're in a space suit."
"Ah."
"Charlie," murmured Tara, "Why don't you listen to him?"
"Because by this stage," said Keto, grinning maniacally, "I really
don't care all that much. I mean, come on, really - this whole crew
is full of misfits and rogue elements. It would be for the good of
the universe if you were all wiped out, really. Think of it as a
medical procedure. I'm helping to heal the universe. I'm a good
doctor."
"Didn't you take an oath not to kill people?" pointed out Chris
from over Tara's shoulder.
"I took the Hypocritical Oath," snapped Keto, waving the gun
again. He was almost at the hydrogen scoop now, and stopped walking
backwards. The other two stopped approaching at another gun wave.
"Now, I want you two to get back up there in that hovering
scrapyard that you like to call a ship, or I'm going to shoot you in
thirty seconds. There's no two ways about this, by the way. Get
going."
The pair opened their mouths to protest, but a slight tightening of
Keto's finger on the gun trigger advised against it. Slowly, they
began to back away.
Then, Keto's eyes caught a brief movement off to one side. He
turned, and just managed to catch a glimpse of a TB* as it scuttled
back out of sight around the hull.
"What was that," growled Keto over the radio, "Chrysler, if you're
trying something..."
"Not me!" protested Jay quickly, followed by a whispered, "Look,
why don't we just shoot him already?"
"Because then we'd kill our Chief Medical Officer!" came the
whispered response.
"So? It's no great loss..."
"Your radio channel is still open, cretins," interrupted Keto,
prompting a couple of muffled curses and a click as the radio channel
to the Raven was cut off.
Keto, keeping an eye on the retreating forms of Tara and Chris, and
another eye open for any more strange scuttling things, knelt down
and began to plant the plastic explosive he had brought with him on
one of the main supporting struts of the ram scoop.
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OOC: He's at the scoop and beginning to plant the explosives. Tag to
whoever wants to make a valiant attempt to stop him (preferably
rather subtlely, so they don't get shot. Or powerfully, so it
doesn't matter if they get shot. Your choice.) ;) Failing that,
we've got Andy/Jay's option as well, so if nobody posts a stoppage
attempt soon - Andy, over to you? :)
OOC2: Apologies for my sporadic posting, I have a rather important
exam tomorrow at 9am and I've been cramming like mad for it.
*T.I.N.Y.B.U.G.G.E.R.S.I.B.U.I.L.T.A.W.H.I.L.E.A.G.O, but I haven't
the energy or space to type it all out. ;)