Meanwhile, in a very *VERY* deep bunker

"Mk.6! Will you please concentrate! We've already lost 3 samples
already from your daydreaming!" "I'm sorry 'creator'. I can't help
it! I feel as if I shouldn't be here." said Mk.6. "You shouldn't be
here? We are extracting important viral strains, and you feel you
would rather be elsewhere?!?!!!" came a muffled voice from behind an
operating mask. "Would you care to run what these 'visions' of yours
are of past me again?" "Well, I seem to have these memories of being
a security guard onboard some ship called the 'Blue Dwarf'." "Quite
impossible!" stated the 'creator' quite bluntly. "The Blue Dwarf was
a JMC mining vessel that was sabotaged before it was even launched.
Not to mention, you've been with me your entire
existence." "Nonetheless, I can't concentrate under these
conditions. Hell, even if Dr. Landstrom were still with us, i would
be able to work, but this is too much. I'm going topside to catch a
flick. I heard the Mel Brooks movie festival is playing at the
movies!"
As the scutter made his way towards the turbo lift, his sensors
detected slight tremors coming from all directions; from everywhere
on earth! Citing this to a technical malfunction, he continued to
the turbo lift.
As he emerged from the turbo lift, he was stunned to see where
the 'creator's' house once stood, there was nothing but rubble, and
the turbo lift protruding from the ground. As Mk.6 turned to survey
the carnage, he noticed some very VERY familiar people standing next
to some kind of cracked egg 'thing' and a trail of destruction
ending at a massive beetle. "Hmm," he said, priming his
bazookoid. "I think it's going to be one of those days."
tag-anyone near the egg
ooc-well, that's what would have happened