The Wide and Slim of It

Who: Trisees, Ochre Miscreants
Where: Medibay
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Trisees tried sitting up, but due to the constraints of his restraints
he was forced to turn on his side, and lie along the edge of the
medibed. The Ochre's Medibay looked highly similar to that of the
Blue Dwarfs. Aside from the external colour of the ship, the two
cruisers were very identical; especially the interior which save for a
few extra rooms was almost exactly the same.
Dr. Chrysler was most certainly the exact opposite of her Blue Dwarf
counterpart. He liked her for a start. She glossed over the
clipboard briefly before looking at Trisees for a moment.
"Are you feeling ok?"
"I'm not important, you have to get me off this ship, with my
crewmembers!" Trisees replied, struggling a little against the arm brace.
Dr Chrysler sighed a little and shook her head, her hair bouncing on
her shoulders. She turned away from Trisees and placed the clipboard
on the medical desk, before walking towards the closed doors.
"I'll be right back," she said sweetly before disappearing into the
corridor and leaving Trisees alone.
He cursed again and began tugging at the arm brace holding his limb
tightly. It was made of metal and encased the whole of his right arm,
up to his shoulder. He looked about for any keys and spotted a small
scalpel resting on an operating table to his side. He looked at the
scalpel, and then at his arm.
*
Trisees leant against the corridor, clutching at his right arm. He'd
discovered the metal holding his arm was fairly thin, and the scalpel
was one of the J.M.C.s special versions that was able to cut through a
P.D. suit. As such, it very nearly slid easily through the brace
holding him tightly. He'd accidentally dug a bit too deep however,
and his forearm was bleeding profusely.
"Must find them," he stated under his breath and tearing off part of
his shirt sleeve and creating a makeshift tourniquet. Trisees stared
left and right, trying to figure out where Harold Coffey might
possibly be hiding.
"If I was an evil scientist, where would I hide?" he asked himself.
Trisees stopped and frowned. "I am an evil scientist. And I'd
obviously hide in the last place anybody would look. Engineering."
He scurried off down the corridor towards the Ochre's engineering
complex - unaware that he was being watched by somebody. They
followed him down the corridor, keeping only just behind him.
* In Engineering *
Trisees skidded into Engineering trying to keep as quiet as possible
whilst at the same time searching for anywhere a mad scientist could
stowaway two people without anyone knowing. This didn't seem real -
it was almost too bizarre to be actually happening to him. Then he
remembered that he'd been killed a year earlier and rescued by the
world most irritating trainee surgeon and decided that this was tame
in comparison.
He opened the door to one of the closet areas and looked inside,
hoping for some miracle to happen and a magic corridor leading to a
secret lair. He was not at all surprised when all it revealed were a
pair of mops and a small keycard. Not really thinking, he picked up
the keycard and slipped it into his pocket, then closed the door.
He turned around and his jaw dropped open.
"Are you who I think you are?" he asked the familiar looking man.
"Thyst Captain, William Shakespeare, I doth hopest," he replied.
Trisees felt like fainting.
<to be continued>