Zero G

Who: Mk.7
Where: Just outside Blue Dwarf
When: During HoD meeting
"Well, this is fun, innit?" said Mk.7 sarcastically to himself
Just minutes earlier Mk.7 had beer enjoying the ride on the roof of
Keats' ship, inbound for the docking bay. Naturally, he had the urge to
flip off the startled, yet slowly gathering force of Hymanoptera ships.
Due to this, he did not notice the low clearance of the docking bay
doors, and had got a rather nasty shock as he was smashed against the
side of the Blue Dwarf and dislodged from the roof, Keats only being
vaguley aware of the loud clang and long stream of swear words above
him.
Mk.7 fired another burst from his jet to keep up with the massive ship.
he looked over to the spot where the Earth used to be: where Australia,
his homeland, used to be. Where he had enjoyed many a good surf in the
middle of the desert due to the effects of global warming. All he saw
were the Hymanoptera ships, and he was filled with utter hatred.
He fired a couple of pot shots towards them in the hopes it might at
the very least annoy them.
Then, they appeared to snap out of their trance, and form up into
almost a solid wall.
Mk.7 rapidly oppened up a comm channel to the Blue Dwarf.
"Uh, guys? If you have any kind of plan whatsoever, now would be a very
VERY good time!"