OOC: Re: Two Fat Ladies... oh, Fuel-Light Bingo!! & Beer Ahoy!

It may work if you replace 'Exxon Shandeez' with 'Raven', and have it
following the 'Beer Ahoy!' post. I re-worded a couple of things, and
tell me if it makes sense now...
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "scutter_2" <scutter_2@h...> wrote:
> May i plese direct your attention to the post entitled 'Beer Ahoy!',
> for i do believe you may have overlooked it when doing this post.
>
> --- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Chris Allan"
> <chris_allan669@h...> wrote:
> > <OOC: Aha! A way to fix this 'Dean in two places problem' just
> struck my feeble brain. It's cunning.. like a dead stoat. Yeah. It's
> not terribly cunning really.>
> >
<SNIP>
Guinevere quietly followed McJohn, Goode and Lustbader to the Drive
"Hey." She said stepping in front of the chosen male/victim. "I'm new
aboard, just got in a couple of hours back and been down at Parrotts
with Lustbader, McJohn and Goode. My names Guinevere Winter's, I'm an
engineer, technician and all rounder mechanic."
Her hand was out to be shaken as she awaited a response.
<SNIP>
"Umm.. Guinevere, I know that technology is pretty wonderful these
days, but even so, I AM on a comm-screen. I'm currently several klicks
away, taking the Raven to a planet the Hymenopterans want to destory."
Dean paused. "Gosh, it sounds so simple when you put it like that.
Still, there's a gentleman over there..." Guinevere looked around,
"Nope, other side." Guinevere looked over her other shoulder, "...who
would be more than happy to chat with you. Still, if you're an
all-rounder mechanic you can help me give the Raven a check-up at some
point. Over and out."
Dean flicked the switch to kill the transmission, shaking his head at
Guinevere's mistake whilst pumping his fist in celebration of the
'official-isation' of his temporary promotion. He punched himself in
the face. Shuddering, grimacing and muttering slightly, he decided
that her mistake was more likely just down to nerves at being fresh
meat on board.
He looked at the security cameras to see how Efof and Katz were doing
at the reloading. They were doing fine.
He looked over at the read-out of the distance to the planet. That was
fine.
His speedo was registering steady. That was fine.
Cabin Pressure. Fine.
Fuel Pressure. Fine.
Oil Pressure. Fine.
Fuel Gauge: Bingo-level. "That's nice." thought Dean, on a meandering
thought-path of 'two fat-ladies, 88, vicar in the bushes..."
Oil Level. Fine.
Suddenly BINGO rang a bell. A clonking great bell. In fact, if you
have a moment, this bell dwarfed Big Ben. It made Big Ben look like a
speck of dust on the back of a dust-mite which was consuming the dust
off a mosquito's bed.
"Raven to Blue Dwarf."
"Yes Dean?"
"Smegging Smeg Smegitty-Smeg-Smeg."
"Come again?"
"Can you send some reinforcements to the planet we're heading to? I
need to pull out and reform. Tell whoever's been promoted to my
second-in-command to organise something, quickly, I really can't hang
around!"
<TAG>
Dean "BINGO!" Thomas
Below is Reuben's previous post.
Subject: Beer Ahoy!
Who: Mk.7, Efof, Dean, KatZ, Captain Glen and defending/advancing
Space Corps fleet
When: A few hours after last post
Where: Deep space
"Alright, there's the fleet" said Mk.7. "Cover me while I link up
with the capitol ships, and offload the beer."
"How?" asked Dean "We've run out of missiles."
"Well, you could always ram into them head first." suggested Mk.7
"You ARE kidding, right?" said Katz, shoving Dean away from the
microphone to butt in
"Well, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and all
that." smirked Mk.7
"Oh shut up and dock with that smegging ship already." yelled KatZ,
Dean and Efof in unison.
Several hours and pints later, Mk.7 had managed to empty his cargo
of the precious amber fluid into all the capitol ships, just in time
for a huge wave of Hymanoptera ships.
The Space Corps ships unleashed a wave of their own, and the alcohol
hit the wall of red, green and black ships, that started to disolve
into a strange blend of the three colours.
"Ok Dean, I'm ready for pickup."
"Sure thing buddy, but, uh, did you... you know?"
"What, jettison that Glen guy into deep space? Yeah. It was funy to
watch him pop." replied Mk.7 in glee
"What? NO! The OTHER thing."
"OOOooooooh, I see. Yes, I was able to adapt my gatling Bazookoid
array to store and fire beer, and am packing 4 pints."
"Sweet man, get aboard this instant." said Dean happily grabbing
four pint mugs.
Once Mk.7 was onboard, the Raven made it's best speed to the planet
they had heard over the radio that was under attack from the
Hymanoptera, in the hopes they could help liberate it. This
momentous task did not, however, keep Mk.7, Dean Efof and KatZ from
enjoying a good pint of amunition-grade lager.
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