Of Ochres World's....

Who: Captain Shakespeare, Lawrence Trisees
Where: The Ochre's Engineering
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Lawrence Trisees fell to the ground, landing hard on his rear as the shock
of seeing William Shakespeare knocked the strength from his legs. He hit
the metal floor, stare still locked on the partially confused face of
Shakespeare and yelped.
"Ares't thou being of ok?" asked Shakespeare worriedly, bending over and
offering Trisees a strudy arm for support.
"You're the Captain?" countered Trisees, grabbing hold of the outstretched
palm and being jerked swiftly to his feet.
"Lasteth tyme I checks't," replied Shakespeare laughing.
"But that's impossible," murmurred Trisees to himself. "How can you be
the same? How can you even exi..." His sentence was cut short by the sudden
loud wail of the escaped prisoner siren; which was a hideous flashing green
light followed by the sound of what seemed to be a dying duck.
"We hath escaped prisn'rs!?" shouted Shakespeare above the din.
"Yes, me," replied Trisees, covering his ears and wincing. "Can't you
shut it off or something?"
Shakespeare nodded and ran to a nearby black panelled box jutting out from
the wall. He flipped the lid open and hit a few random buttons, the last
one pressed causing the noise to end. The green flashing however seemed to
speed up and it bathed engineering in an eerie strobe effect one might see
at a really poor Brighton disco.
"Thy bestet I cath do," admitted Shakespeare, adding a shrug at the end.
Trisees nodded.
"Why are you following me?" he asked the Captain. "And why aren't you in
the main drive room? I thought you said you were the Captain?"
"My day ist free's. Ted Cleavage, second in myne commands't hath control
for today'th," explained Shakespeare. "And thou appearst strange to myne
eyes. Nay, almost mine double! I hath thought to check thee out'st."
Trisees nodded and decided a quick topic change. "Where's Harold Coffey?"
"Hydroponics, most oft," said Shakespeare. "Why dost thou wisheth to be
made knowneth?"
"Because he's got something that belongs to me," stated Trisees.
*
Scientist Lawrence Trisees and Captain William Shakespeare crept into the
Hydroponics bay silently; mustering all the stealth two near identical men
could. It would have worked, had Trisees not discovered a small rake and
stepped on the long prongs - causing himself to hit his face with the handle
and fall into a large table of plants.
Trisees growled loudly at his incompetence and rattled off a stream of
curses at 'that frellin crewmember who convinced me to go searching for a
man I despise and detest in the same way I would despise and detest a bag
full of kittens that weren't at the bottom of a lake'.
As he was being helped to his feet for a second time by Shakespeare they
were disturbed by a female voice behind them.
"Can I help you two gentlemen?" she asked sweetly.
They turned around slowly to see a tall, red haired lady with a black
beret standing tall. In her hands were a pair of plants and a trowel and
her bare legs and the bottom of her light brown shorts were all muddy.
Trisees also couldn't help notice that underneath her dirt stained white
tank top she was wearing no bra.
"Captain!" she stammered, saluting.
"That's ok, at ease major," said Shakespeare.
"Who's that?" asked Trisees.
"Major Francine Harris," replied Shakespeare.
Trisees' jaw dropped.
<to be continued>
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