AC/DC
AC/DC
Idwal Everrett Enigmatic Engineer John Keats Plotless PilotQuilibet Matyristic MagJack Febuggre Saucey SoldierAmber Keats Relieved Rogue
Scutter Mk7 Dashing Droid
SNIP
"Oh, and I like your new pets!" he said gesturing to the two Hymenoptera following close behind."Yeah," said John "Their rentals"
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By the time the party teached the bar the action resembled what the Casiopean philosopher Gdred Yarg had so aptly termed "The state of the terminal mayhem"
Spent stingers were everywhere, their lethal venom dripping onto the plastic flooring and burning holes that gave off a rancid smell. Shattered furniture and fitments were heaped in tangled masses . It gave the place thought Idwal , the air of that seaside town he had been taken to on holiday with his parents when he was little. Everyday the tide went out and left behind piles of detritus just like this...His musings were interrupted as a black being materialised in front of the group and loosed a stinger at them. As one they hit the deck, the scutter however veered to the left grabbed two dangling leads and threw both ends at the alien. There was the crackle of high voltage a putrid whiff of some indeterminate coloured smoke and the alien crumpled to the floor.
"Wow!" said Jack "Now that gives a whole new meaning to the term frying tonight!"
"Well done seven!" said Amber
"Just a little trick I picked up over on deck eighteen" said the scutter modestly.
"Prods!" yelped Keats. They all looked at him. "Electric prods!" he continued. Still blank looks "Look! security have those electric prods for riot control. If we up the zap enough we could have a really effective weapon!"
"Great!" said Idwal "Lets go break some out!"
Later as the group handed round the stun batons Amber said reflectively as she weighed one in her hands "You know guys our beloved mining corporation is not known for generosity I just hope these babies are up to the job."
"Made in Tiawan!" said Mark Seven proudly "My birth home!"
"Yep!" said Amber "thas exactly why I'm worried!"