Let's play: SCRAMming up!

[doom3607]

INSANE CTHULHU CULTIST is STIL SANE ENOUGH to REALIZE he NEEDS AIR to BREATHE. He ATTEMPTS to CYCLE THE AIRLOCK, while CASTING A SPELL to MAKE a BUBBLE OF AIR for him to BREATHE.

[Zixinus]

FUCKER NEWTON helpfully POINTS OUT to ZIXINUS that you will have to OVERFLY the SAME MISSILE BATTERY in about an HOUR.

Inform Fucker Newton that Brother Edgar often fails to completely reform the girls whom fall back to their bad habbits.

The people at the missile base will be too busy screaming for mercy for DAYS and will be recovering for WEEKS.

Besides, it will take more than an hour for the girls to arrive.

[Eternal_Freedom]

GRAB COCKPIT FIRE EXTINGUiSHER. THROW BACKWARDS into PASSENGER CABIN to AId the FIRE-FIGHTING TEAM.

REALISE the THINg int he AIRLOCK is a PERSON. SEAL OUTER DOOR AND REPRESSURISE. BUT DO NOT OPEN INNER DOOR. DEACTIVATE the INSIDE-AIRLOCK-DOOR-OPENING-MECHANISM, so ONLY I CAN OPEN IT from the COCKPIT.

[FaxModem1]

"Can't we ever get a break on this ship?"

WCDG fights FIRE with FIRE EXTINGUISHER AKIMBO.

[Force Lord]

HISTORIAN shakes head, SINGS TERRIBLY.

[Eternal_Freedom]

KAMIKAZe/BADASS SPACE PILOT feels PATIENCE ERODING FASTER AND FASTER.

BEGINS to INTERNALLY RAGE at the FUCKTARD DESIGNERS in the EMPLOY of ALTEA who LEARNED NOTHING from APOLLO 1.

[FaxModem1]

"How did y'all acquire this ship anyway? Wasn't there something about a couple of brothers?"

[Eternal_Freedom]

"I dunno how they got it, but we got it because we had to escape from the Feds. Fuckers just wont let us go man. And then there was the problem with the Russkies when you showed up. It's totally fucked up man."

[FaxModem1]

WHITE CHINESE DELIVERY GUY continues fighting fire.

"So, do we have a long term plan? Or are we just continuing one mad packed adventure after another running from everyone?"

[Eternal_Freedom]

"The ultimate plan is to get some contracts, make some big money then go our seperate ways to our own beaches lined with free drinks and hot chicks.

But in the mean time, we're muddling through one fuckup after another. Most of them caused directly or indirectly by that twat in the spacesuit outside."

GET UP. AVOIDING FIRE, MOVE to AIRLOCK to INSPECT OUR NEWEST PASSENGER.

[Zixinus]

SAY "My friend Eternal Freedom is skimming on some details in his hurry. We work for a company called Floyd Aerospace that got the spaceplane from Altea after it got bankrupted. You haven't met them, they're still stuck in the USA.

Our long-term plan is indeed getting money. Which means contracts.
It's been a bit hectic since then, due to the USA government being a facist dick and trying to arrest us for some reason. I can't fathom why, but you know quasi-facist, hyper-paranoid states, they'll jump on anything beginning with a 't' thinking it's 'terrorist'."

LEAVE CO-PILOT SEAT and EXAMINE FIRE. ASK WCDG for his other FIRE EXTINGUISHER. Once received, spray area surrounding fire to starve it, making sure that I brace myself to prevent Fucker Newton's hijinks.

[FaxModem1]

WCDG hands SPARE EXTINGUISHER to ZIXINUS. CONTINUES fighting FIRE.

"Well, so much for making money. Any of it we make will probably go to replacing this entire cockpit. Not to mention the cleaning bill thanks to our supposed janitor."

[Force Lord]

HISTORIAN says, "Now we can live to make a hundred."

[FaxModem1]

"Good to see you back to normal."

Once FIRE is put out. WCDG starts REPAIRS.

[Eternal_Freedom]

REALISE the THINg int he AIRLOCK is indeed the CTHULU CULTIST I MUTTERED ABOUT EARLIER.

GIVE IN to HOMICIDAL, DARK-SIDE-ESQUE RAGE. HIT OUTER-DOOR RELEASE. RETURN the FUCKER to the VOID from WHENCE HE CAME.

[Force Lord]

HISTORIAN says, "Oh dear. I seem to have made a mess of things. I should have brought those pills!"

[Eternal_Freedom]

YELL at HISTORIAN in a BLOOD-CURDINGLY MENACING TONE:

"Shut the fuck up right now or I'll make you intimate friends with Ms. Hard Vacuum outside."

FEEL the PULL of the DARK SIDE. I DO NOT RESIST.

[Force Lord]

HISTORIAN says, "And what do you hope to achieve with my death? If you want to do something, beat up that janitor who's almost as annoying as RIANN SHAPP."

IS AWARE of the FIRES behind him.

"This ship is still on fire, you know. If we could only use the vacuum to suck away the fire without the risk of pulling us out too..."

[Zixinus]

SHOUT "OH BLOODY HELL NO! YOU ALL REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME! We need oxygen to breath people!"

PREVENT ETERNAL FREEDOM from killing CTHULHI CULTIST. CALM ETERNAL FREEDOM. LEAVE HIM THERE and ASSURE ETERNAL FREEDOM that I'LL HANDLE HIM.

GAG HISTORIAN.

USE REST OF SPARE CLOTHES TO PUT OUT FIRE BY MOISTURIZING IT WITH AIR-BORN PISS and FLUID FROM FIRE-EXTINGUISHER and PUSHING IT INTO THE SOURCE OF FIRE.

[FaxModem1]

"WORKING ON IT. DAMN IT!"

[FaxModem1]

WCDG fights FIRE. IF fire dies. WCDG assesses situation of ship and how much it needs repairs.

[Force Lord]

"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!"

[doom3607]

Spoiler

Whew, at least I'm not dead, I think. This should take care of the possibility, though.

INSANE CTHULHU CULTIST, ASSUMING he is STILL IN THE CLOSED AIRLOCK, ATTEMPTS to SMASH OPEN the INNER DOOR. If he is OUTSIDE the AIRLOCK, he ATTEMPTS to DESTROY THE SHIP. BOTH ATTEMPTS USE MAGIC.

[Force Lord]

"MMMMMPH! MMMPH!"

REALIZES HANDS are still FREE, REMOVES GAG.

"What the blazes?!" PRODUCES BOOK FROM OUT OF NOWHERE AND CHANTS SOMETHING.

"Acha oto laika lulu chuta!"

SHIELD envelops SPACESHIP.

"And now, to kill the fire! Juju aquos mujos edo!"

STREAM OF WATER blows from HISTORIAN'S MOUTH. AIMS at FIRE. FIRE EXTINGUISHED. STREAM OF WATER DISAPPEARS.

"HAH! Never expected that one, did you?!"

EDIT: Sees EVERYONE STARING AT HIM.

"What? Something I said?"

[Eternal_Freedom]

HAVING BEEN CALMED DOWN, have RAGE REIGNITED by HISTORIAN'S SECRET CULT ABILITIES.

"GODFUCKINGDAMNIT A CULTIST! DIE YOU FUCKING FREAK! I TOLD YOU I'D LOSE IT!"

BEGIN MURDERISING HISTORIAN using BARE HANDS PUMMELING.

HEAR the DARK SIDE CALLING my NAME, LOUDER and LOUDER.