Board Of Hymenoptera

Who: Keto, BPT
Where: On board the BD
When: During the boarding
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<<SNIP>>
> Jay breathed a sigh of relief as he watched more and more Bug
> ships were disabled, or outright destroyed by various types of
> weaponry. He just hoped the boarding crew were faring as well.
<<END SNIP>>
Keto ducked back around the corner as half of a hymenopterran leg
splattered against the wall next to his head, and breathed heavily.
Then, checking the two pistols he was clenching slightly harder than
necessary, he peered back around...only to withdraw again with a
faint yelp as the rest of the bug's body flew through the air and
left a multicoloured stain on the opposite wall.
"WILL YOU WATCH IT!?" he yelled, then sighed as the noises from
around the corner slowly died out to a few gurgles and rustles.
Glancing to make sure it was safe, he headed out.
The Big Pink Tree was standing in the middle of the corridor,
surrounded by several dozen hymenoptera carcasses in various states
of disarray. Sticky and somewhat revolting substances were dripping
from several of its upper branches.
*Rustle*, it said, trying to shake some of the gunk clear. Keto's
expression refused to change as bits of hymenoptera flew into his
hair. Anybody watching closely might have seen his eye twitch
momentarily, but that was all.
"How far now?"
*Rustle-rustle.*
"Okay. If we cut through the service area, we can skip out the
lifts - which is probably a good idea. Still no sign of Wildflower
or any of the others? Or of ANYone human at all?"
*Rustle.*
"Goits," muttered Keto, conveniently ignoring the fact that when
the boarding party had landed it had been HIM that had stepped out,
had his guns jam, and then run off shrieking and looking for cover.
The Tree had followed him like the overprotective log that it was,
but by now all of the others were no doubt fighting fiercely in other
sections of the Dwarf.
Keto, of course, had other plans. There was only one place on the
Dwarf he was really concerned with.
"If they have damaged my medibay," he growled, "There will be hell
to paaaargh!"
The last syllable was drawn out as the floor beneath the two
suddenly buckled, the huge sheet of metal bulging and then tearing in
two, dropping them.
Keto opened his eyes, and then wished he hadn't.
"That's a long drop."
*Rustle.*
"And I'm above it."
*Rustle.*
"And you're above me."
*Rustle.*
"What are you holding on to?"
*Rustle, rustle.*
"APART from me, you demented fungus."
*Rustle-creak rustle!"
Keto sighed again, trying not to look down at the huge expanse of
empty cargo bay beneath his feet. Far, far away at the bottom of it,
he thought he could see figures moving. Hymenoptera, no doubt.
Excellent. So it was either a long fall to his death, or a long fall
to his crippling and then subsequent death. Marvellous.
*Rustle-rustle...creeeeeak...*
"If you let go, I'll kill you," growled Keto, despite all evidence
to the contrary, "Look, there's some kind of duct in the wall not six
metres away, can't you...AAARGH!"
There was a loud metallic clang as Keto hit the duct grating face-
first. Fortunately it appeared to have been already loosened by the
explosions rocking the ship, and collapsed under his weight, leaving
him sprawled inside the duct itself. He groaned and tried to turn
his head to see behind him.
The Tree, hanging from a single thin girder, glanced downwards,
gave the vegetation equivalent of a shrug, and dropped.
Keto stared at the empty space for a moment, then gave a low growl
and started to move along the duct.
"Damned heroic plant," he muttered, listening to the sounds of
distant gunfire and wondering just exactly where he was going now and
how he was going to get back to his medibay with two partially-loaded
pistols.
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OOC: Okay, I posted. :P Tag people.