Re: ‘In the Blue’ <TAG anyone>

Quick ooc: Welcome back Jenni - I think I arrived shortly after you
left, but I hope that you don't regret your decision to return to our
ranks...
BTW, go crows (for us 3 Aussies to understand, and only me to agree...)
<Snip>
"Can someone point me to the nearest bar ?!?!" She wondered if anyone
would answer, not caring what any of them thought about her outburst.
She could always sign in later and besides she wasn't technically on
duty yet.
<End Snip>
Who: Johnny B. Goode & Eric Lustbader
(More OOC: when creating the character of Eric, I picked two names out
of the air, without even hearing of the author)
Where: Drive Room
When: While the Blue Dwarf was still in danger.
"The cannons are low on Draught. I don't want to switch to lager if we
don't have to, and I definitely don't want to use the stout." Eric
said to Engineering.
"What about a non-beer alcohol? One that no-one drinks?" Came McJohn's
reply.
"What about those casks of wines that Seymour ordered? Not even he
drinks those, but he thinks some people like cheap wine and not
shaving for three days*."
"Maybe it'll be even more powerful than beer."
"Give it a try. We shouldn't be in any danger if it doesn't work, as
there's only half a dozen ships left, and Keats is doing well in the air."
After a minute, McJohn replied that the swap over was completed.
"Okay, fire when ready." Eric said, then shrugged when he remembered
he was firing.
Two ships disappeared with a red flash, while Keats nailed another one.
"They're coming for another run, Johnny. Evasive action!" Eric commanded.
The ship screeched as it suddenly lurched sideways.
"Err, sorry about that." Johnny muttered, as he started to sweat from
concentrating.
"I've got some more locks." Eric said, as he destroyed another couple
of bug ships.
Keats responded by getting his squad in formation and blasting the
last bug to oblivion.
Who: Eric Lustabder
Where: A corridor
When: Later...
Glad that he was relieved of his emergency duty, Eric was happy to
have his usual status - not required. Being armoury officer, he was
usually left alone until some sort of emergency - Hymenopterran
attack, Dean crashing a starbug or beer shortage, and he liked it that
way, as he was able to have a bit of spare time. He decided to stretch
his legs and take a longer path to Parrott's.
"What?" Eric was aware that someone had said something.
"I said, can someone point me to the nearest bar? I'm sorry if I was
to loud or something."
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I'm heading to Parrott's myself
anyway, it's just over there. It's where most people go to at various
times of the day. It does get a bit crowded in the evenings though,
but it should be fairly quiet now."
"Oh, thanks." Guinevere replied. "I just arrived here. Can you tell me
where 'here' is? I've just been in stasis."
"Where are you from?" Eric asked, as they neared the bar.
"Oh, Mars."
"Well, we were recently near the Hymenopteran homeworld, and we are in
the middle of a large scale war at the moment, and we had to use our
wormhole to return to Earth." Eric said. "I'm from Ganymede myself.
I'm Armoury Officer Eric Lustbader."
"Oh, I'm Guinevere Winters. I'm an engineer."
"I'm sure Chief Engineer McJohn would look forward to meeting you.
He's sitting over there." Eric pointed, just as they entered the bar.
"What do you drink, Guinevere?" Eric asked, as they approched the bar.
"What do you recommend?" Guinevere asked.
"Three pints of Guiness, thanks." Eric told the barman. "McJohn's
shouting."
Eric carried the drinks to where Mark McJohn was seated.
"Mark McJohn, Guinevere Winters." Eric introduced the two. "Guinevere
is our new engineer."
Mark and Guinevere shook hands.
"I was considering becoming an engineer myself, but they made me
become Armoury Officer."
"What does that entail?" Guinevere asked.
"Well, first I had to organise the armoury, which took a couple of
weeks. It was a mess, and not one item was written down. Altough,
after I got over the shock of finding a blunderbuss, it wasn't too
difficult. Now I sign out the weapons if someone needs to use one.
That is only during an emergency or shore leave, when some of the crew
go hunting."
"What for?"
"Jail time so they don't have to return."
"Oh. I see."
"During most emergencies though, I usually end up in the drive room or
amongst the action. I'm glad they didn't put me in security though."
"Why? Usually people love to be a macho soldiers."
"Not on here, well not for more than a couple of weeks. we go through
more security officers than Maccas goes through teenage employees."
By this time, the three had finished their drinks.
"Another three, thanks." Mark yelled to the barman. "THis one will be
my shout."
The barman shrugged and brought three more drinks.
"I was recently promoted to Chief Engineer." Mark said. "Our
engineering department is actually fairly busy, as JMC and the Space
Corps seem to give us another task or piece of technology each week.
And with the wormhole drive, there's a lot of work. What doesn't help
is that the Space Corps expects us to be at the forefront of every
skirmish while being expected to do many other duties such as
exploration and science work."
"Tell us more about yourself?" Eric asked, as he ordered two more rounds.
<tag Guinevere>
ooc: sorry if I rambled on to much without making much sense.