My Poor Me

Who: Keto
Where: The Me
When: During the reboarding
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There was a loud clang, a series of rattles as the metallic vent
cover rolled around on the floor, and then some muffled cursing from
the duct from which it had fallen.
"Smegging ducts," growled Keto as he dropped down into the corridor,
covered in dust. He tried to wipe his brow, and succeeded only in
leaving a very grimy smudge across it, "Aha! I recognise
this...admittedly somewhat damaged...corridor! I've made it! I'm
back at my..."
He turned to face the doors of the medibay.
"...my...my ME!? WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO MY MEDIBAY!?"
The doors, still scarred and burned in places, were broken - forced
open by what was presumably a hymenoptera with a medicine fixation.
Keto wandered in, jaw hanging open, guns held limply at his sides.
The room was absolutely devastated...even the one remaining
decontamination kit was lying on the floor. How the hell had the
hymenoptera managed to use that? And perhaps more importantly, why!?
"Unbe-smegging-lievable..." groaned Keto as he looked around, "Just
as soon as I get things back to the way I like them, some great
ship-wide disaster comes along and screws everything up again!"
He aimed a kick at his ointment cabinet, and was not happy to notice
that there appeared to be no surviving ointments. Goddamn hymenoptera.
Suddenly, there was a loud hiss from behind him. Keto turned to see
a hymenoptera worker standing in the doorway.
Ordinarily this would have been cause for panic. But this was...HAD
BEEN...his medibay. And he was damned if he was going to run away
from the smegging bugs that had trashed it.
-- Outside the medibay --
There were echoingly-loud insectoid squeals, interspersed with
gunshots, and then one final petrifying screech. Silence fell.
Slowly, Keto walked out of the medibay, pistols still held out in
front of him in a daze, breathing somewhat more heavily than usual.
"I have had ENOUGH!" he bellowed, "No more bugs! No more clones!
No more noses that come alive and sneeze all over you! I HAVE HAD
ENOUGH! DO YOU HEAR ME!? ENOUGH!"
There was a distant rumbling.
"DON'T YOU ARGUE WITH ME! I AM NOT GOING TO BE THROWN AROUND, BLOWN
UP, SHOT AT, STABBED, ATTACKED OR IN ANY WAY FOOLED AROUND WITH ANY MORE!"
The rumbling got louder.
It occurred to Keto that however much one ranted at Fate, it didn't
usually respond with a rumble. He turned to look in the direction the
rumbling was coming from.
At first glance it appeared that the ceiling of the corridor was
simply peeling away and falling to the floor. It was only after half
a second of looking that Keto realised this was a somewhat simple
explanation - in reality, some giant explosions in the ducts above the
corridor were blowing the ceiling off and crushing everything in the
corridor beneath them.
That would mean him.
"...meep..." managed Keto, before his legs took over for him and,
forgetting his ranting, carried him off down the corridor as fast as
he could, desperately trying to find someone, ANYone, who could stop
nasty things happening to him. Continually.
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OOC: Tag. Anybody on board the Dwarf.