Re: McJohn\'s Shout !!!!!

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"Tell me about these Hymenopteran, I haven't heard of them before."
Guinevere said changing the morbid subject. She didn't realise that
she was happily drinking the ships ammo against the Hymenopteran, but
then she properly wouldn't have cared if she knew.
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ooc: we now have cask wines to use as ammo - that should last us for a
while, as Seymour would have ordered lots of wine, even though he
would be the only crewmember to touch it.
Who: McJohn, Lustbader & Winters
Where: Parrott's
When: While the Blue Dwarf is still safe.
"Well, they are an alien race we have encountered many times. It seems
like no-one else wants to encounter them. They are as evil as they are
ugly. They are very spiderlike, and they have a hive mind and such."
Eric said.
"Oh." Guinevere replied.
"We've faced them many times - a lot of them before I came on board."
Eric added.
"Yeah." Mark replied. "I remembered when we first faced them. It was
scary stuff. They have recently captured our Chief Navigation Officer
and Head Pilot Jay Chrysler. They put something into the back of his
neck, and now he of one of them. In fact, they've made him their
Emperor or something. He's blowing up planets each time we try and
stop him."
"Don't forget the training simulation." Eric remembered. "Seymour did
more bloody damage than the Hymenopteran."
"Yeah. He finished me off in that. I'm glad he's no longer running the
ship."
"Who is this Seymour guy?" Guinevere asked.
By this time, multiple rounds had been consumed.
"Seymour Niples - resident arsehole." Eric replied. "He is the most
uptight git in the galaxy. He thinks he is better than everyone else,
and he was the first Captain of this ship. I'm glad that was all over
by the time I came on board. He hates everybody. Either they are
beneath him and he won't want anything to do with you, or you're his
superior, which would make him insanely jealous."
Guinevere thought of some other people who also seemed to fit parts of
Eric's description.
"Err, McJohn, with Jay gone, who is the current Chief Navigation Officer?"
"Oh smeg." McJohn replied. "That would be Dean."
"Who's Dean?" Guinevere asked.
"Dean Thomas. You name it, he can crash it." McJohn said.
Guinevere was starting to notice how... strange everybody on the ship
seemed to be.
"Then there's Phil, our Head of Security. He's part GELF and a clone
of himself. Then there's his clone, Mini Phil. He's a midget, and he's
very mad." Eric added.
"Don't forget Phil's daughter, Amber. She went from a toddler to a
teenager in a few days, due to the GELF DNA. She's completely nuts.
Stay away from her if you want your appendages attached." McJohn added.
"Speaking of Amber, I haven't seen her lately. Or Seymour." Eric said.
"Or Callum."
"Who's Callum?" Guinevere asked.
"Just a mad Scotsman." Eric and McJohn slurred at the same time as
they finished their umpteenth round.
'No surprises there', thought Guinevere. 'All Scotsmen are nuts.'
"Hol?" Eric called out. "Where's Amber, Seymour and CK? With most of
the department heads elsewhere, I could really use Amber's help."
"They went to New Ibiza a few days ago on Starbug 666 for a break."
"Seymour, Amber and CK? On a trip? Together? Now I'm really worried."
McJohn said.
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