The Asgard

[darthbeck]

Omega 56, 811 A.S.

"Boom De-ya-da boom de-ya-da boom de-ya-"


"SHUT THE HELL UP!" roared Senor engineer Hutchkins as he hurled an electric power wrench at the dock worker, who received the tool directly in the side of the face and went tumbling over in the zero-gee that presided over the ship as it lay dormant in Alabama shipyards. He stared at the droplets of blood slowly covering the entire chamber, merging and twisting into larger spheres of dark liquid before bumping into something and sticking to it. his face losing it's red flustered anger, quickly replaced by a look of panic stricken dread.

"Well great..." He said quietly to himself. " You had to go and do it again... first on pueblo, now here..." he shook his head, batting away a droplet that had floated too close to him. he watched the newly formed micro droplets soar away from him, hitting the wall and leaving dark stains, much like his life had become, he mused, convinced that he was going to find himself hurtling at a wall of some kind, sooner or later.

After thinking over his options, he went and found a vacuum cleaner to pull in the blood droplets, and a rag to scrub the walls with, making sure to smear on some grease that he had wiped up earlier, leaving the walls dirty enough that a cleaning crew would need to go over it. That'd wash away the evidence, he told himself.

Now for the body, which would be a little harder, but he had an idea...

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