**Action** Discovering the Speed Cure

Who: The Medibay
Where: The Medibay
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It was at this particular moment that a large black monster with
hideous pulsing green veins appeared in the Medi-Bay. Its glowing eyes
surveyed the room.
"Show me the Wormhole Drive. We must destroy it." It said in a flat,
monotonous voice. It's eyes landed on Trisees and it shot a stinger at
him. The scientist dodged.
"Don't make a mess of my medi-bay Lawrence!" Keto said as the alien
shot another stinger at Trisees.
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"Well if I do it'll only be as a very stubborn stain from the pile of
goo I am sure to become!" replied Trisees taughtly, ducking as another
stinger went over his head and thumped into the wall behind him. It
made a resounding thud and lodged itself through the metal.
Trisees glanced behind him at the stinger and decided it would be a
thoroughly unwise career move not to assist the invaders in their
quest. Whether he'd assist them helpfully or not was an entirely
different matter he didn't feel he had enough time to muse over.
"Wormhole drive you say?" asked Trisees, looking back over at the alien.
It hissed and fell silent for a moment. Then in that same monotnous
voice replied "Yes, the wormhole drive. Take me to it."
Trisees nodded and pointed to the door. "Sure, I know where the
wormhole drive is kept. No worries, just step out there and I'll lead
you onwards."
The rest of the medibay's mouths hung open, stunned at what Trisees
had just said. They stared at the scientist. He rolled his eyes and
glared at them.
"Have just a little more smegging faith in me for christ sake," he
said low enough to prevent the monster from hearing him (he hoped).
"I'm going to trick it."
As the monster stepped out of the medibay, Trisees followed,
desperately trying to think of some kind of plan of action. He was
usually pretty good at thinking on his feet. He'd gotten himself out
of a lot of scrapes in the past and he admired his own self
resilience. He'd even been dead and living in hell for seven months.
If he could break out of hell and still be on speaking terms with
God, then there'd be no chance of this monster getting the better of him.
He gulped as the point of another stinger resting on the small of his
back roused him from his thoughts.
"You will not trick me, or deceive me. Take me to the wormhole drive."
Trisees began wondering whether the Devil had his old room to let.
"Would I lie to you?" Trisees replied, nervously thumbing a torn bit
of cloth on his lab jacket with his new right hand.
"The statistical probability of a crew member telling the truth are
apparently 0%," it informed.
Trisees frowned, but said nothing and began walking towards Supply
Field B. The trek from the Medibay to the supply field should give
him enough time to formulate a decent strategy he mused and with the
stinger poking firmly into his ribs he began the walk.
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Trisees neared Supply Field B, his mind as blank now as it had always
been. He'd found it very difficult to think with the monotnously
voiced Monster asking ridiculous questions every ten seconds. He'd
nearly turned around and throttled it, but the chances of surviving
being crushed to death by the monster had looked as slim as the truth
telling statistic.
He sighed and furtively opened the door to the lift of Supply Field B.
If nothing came to mind in the next twenty seconds he was toast. Again.
Trisees felt like stabbing something.
There was a sudden buzzing noise and the ship rocked heavily, knocking
Trisees and the monster onto the floor. As they stumbled over,
Trisees caught a pipeline and kept himself as up right as possible.
The monster, meanwhile, sprawled onto the floor and onto its face,
hissing angrily. Trisees steadied himself and decided that running
away this moment was perhaps the second wisest thing he could have done.
Instead he did the wisest thing and stayed exactly where he was. In a
fit of panic, the monster launched several stingers at once, all of
them making their way down the corridors and towards Trisees. As he
watched some of the stingers impale the floor where he possibly could
have been running, one sailed between his arms and sliced the pipe he
was holding in two.
A long wire snaked out of the pipe and began to thrash about on the
floor, it alive with bustling electricity. It whipped and cracked and
Trisees caught it deftly in his mechanical hand; the insulated metal
allowing him the comfort of holding several thousand volts without so
much as a burn.
An idea formed and he stared at the Monster, which was looking back up
at him with near fear showing in his eyes.
"Nothing personal," said Trisees and he reached forward with the split
wire, pressing it down on the monsters back and watching it thrash in
conjunction with the broken wire.
After a short amount of time it stopped moving and Trisees let go and
then sat down against the corridor, looking at the deceased invader.
"Better radio to the rest of the crew," he told himself. "Electrcity."
<OOC: Ok everyone! You all know electricity kills these beasts!
This action comes as a result of Becca allowing me to tell you all that.>