Space core Directive 2453463/e: Never leave a psychotic scutter unn
OOC- Soz reub, dont worry, 'ole Severn is about again, so lets get
some posts a-flying!
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Inside, nightcrawler grew bored of the monitor, and decided it would
save the others without Severns help. It wheeled itself over to a
small pile of broken machinery parts. Lying on top was a freshly torn
Persoanlity chip, one that would fill the small hole on The Gun(TM)
nicely.
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Severn floated back into The Endymion and gave only the briefest
glance towards the Raven, which would, in time, decide whether he
would be hated, or blown up, explosivly decompressed AND hated. He
repressurised the Cockpit, and flew on minimal fusion back intot he
hold, docking with only a slight bump as it hit the floor after
repressurisation. He jumped out with The Gun(TM) under one arm and
carefully put it down on the work surface. His hands were shaking
through sheer excitement, well, not actual excitement, but he seemed
to think that thats the sort of thing Severn would do. He plugged a
data shunt into the input/output feed.
'Gun, decode and record data. Record under file name "Specimen 419" '
'Roger sir, decoding now. E.T.C, 14 hours 5 minutes and 12 seconds,
11 seconds 10...'
Severn smiled, and looked around for Nightcrawler.
Nightcrawler had found a vent shaft, and, due to a scutters suposed
role on-board JMC ships, was just the right size to wheel in and
explore. So far it had found a pile of strange gloop, a nest of some
kind and a large pile of pornography. It noted the location of this
for future use. At the moment it was taking aloo down a shaft that
hadnt been used for a while except for posibly one person. And,
curiously enough, Nightcrawler had been forced to fire off a few
rounds of its attached bazookoid at some robotical creatures that had
attacked it on sight. This posed more questions. It continued its
travel.
Severn was doing a very un-Severn like thing. It was frowning. He had
been unable to assertain the location of the scutter, and was now
feeling traces of anxiousness and apprehension. This wouldnt do at
all. He looked to The Gun(TM) and grabbed a small pistol and ran into
the vents to check on his project.
Nightcrawler hadnt seen the drop. It fell, and slid down about 10
meters of shaft, and was now face down on the floor. It got back up
and looked around. It saw Severn looking a bit beat up.
'Watcha!'
Severn groaned and looked up. His lips were cracked and his face was
bruised.
'Well, hey there fella! Wanna give me a hand, it would appear ive
been tied up and beaten up for the last few days!'
Nightcrawler thought about this, and helped him out. Severn fell to
the floor, and, after a amoment, struggled to his feet.
'Who are you then?!'
'Im a Mk6 scutter, or, Nightcrawler. Your Severn, we met earlier!'
'Im sure we did....'
Severn looked around and grabbed a length of metal just as another
Severn slid down the shute brandishing a pistol. Luckily, it wasnt a
good shot, and the bullet pinged pathetically infront of Mk6.
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Go reub! Il leave it to you to post up the scuffle. btw, the severn
who just slid down and shot you, hes bad. Kill him.