Spike sat up in bed. Reaching to his face he rubbed the sleep from
his eyes and looked at the clock.
"3 AM what the hell am i doing up at this time?" A shrill series of beeps rang out from the cockpit. "What the hell is that..." Spike pulled the covers off himself and slid off the edge of the bed. Groggily he made his way towards the bridge. "Dammit....what the hell is that." Spike got to the bridge and looked at the flashing screen just above the fuel control.
"What is this? What the hell do you mean we're out of fuel? I just filled it up." He kicked the panel underneath the fuel control. "OOWWW dammit...stupid reinforced titanium." He reached down and rubbed his throbbing toes and hopped out of the cockpit.
He made his way down to the crew quaters where he found Jet asleep with his plants once again. "....yes..sir...it won't happen gin....." Spike reached into his pants pocket and found a crumpled cigarette. He patted down his pants searching for his lighter. "Shit...must be in the coat pocket. Hmm..." He looked around Jet's makeshift gardening room and spotted an acetylene torch in the corner where Jet had ben sealing down some hull plates. Spike walked over to the corner and grabbed the torch. "Hmm..." He turned the torch on full blast but the only thing that happened was the faint sound of gas hissing out of a canister. "Hmm...needs lit..." Spike picked up the small striker that had been sitting next the torch. "Here we are." He flicked the striker in front of the mouth of the torch and a blinding shaft of flame 6 feet long shot across the room. The flame played across Jet's minature trees and reduced them to ash in a matter of nano seconds.
"Spike what the hell are you doing??"
"Cigarette..." Spike mumbled incoherently as he leaned into the flame to light the cigarette.
"My TREES!!!!" Jet screamed. "Why the hell are you down here anyway?"
"Outta gas."
"What in God's name do you mean we are out of gas we just filled up on Ganymede!"
"Outta gas, i kicked it but nothing happened" Spike said as he shut off the torch.
"We can't be. I better check it out myself, who knows you mighta burnt the damn cockpit down while you were at it."
"How? i didnt have my ligh"
"Just shut up and come help me" Jet interuppted him and walked towards the cockpit.
Jet arrived in the cockpit and saw the flashing warning light above the fuel control panel. Walking over to the main console he shut off the alarm and looked around the bridge. "How did we go from full to empty like that? We're not even halfway to Mars."
Spike just shrugged and took a hit of his cigarette and blew a plume of smoke shaped like a dragon.
Neither of them noticed when Ein walked onto the bridge and hopped up onto the console. The little dog flicked a few switches and activated the display showing a large gaping hole in the side of the Bebop's fuel tanks. Ein let out a small bark and both Jet and Spike looked at the display.
In unison the two said "What the hell."
Jet looked at Ein and said "What do you know about this Ein?"
The little Welsh Corgie just stared blankly at the two of them and went back to looking at the screen.
The main hatch to the bridge slid open and a half-asleep Edward walk in. "Bebop stopped why why Spike Spike??"
"3 AM what the hell am i doing up at this time?" A shrill series of beeps rang out from the cockpit. "What the hell is that..." Spike pulled the covers off himself and slid off the edge of the bed. Groggily he made his way towards the bridge. "Dammit....what the hell is that." Spike got to the bridge and looked at the flashing screen just above the fuel control.
"What is this? What the hell do you mean we're out of fuel? I just filled it up." He kicked the panel underneath the fuel control. "OOWWW dammit...stupid reinforced titanium." He reached down and rubbed his throbbing toes and hopped out of the cockpit.
He made his way down to the crew quaters where he found Jet asleep with his plants once again. "....yes..sir...it won't happen gin....." Spike reached into his pants pocket and found a crumpled cigarette. He patted down his pants searching for his lighter. "Shit...must be in the coat pocket. Hmm..." He looked around Jet's makeshift gardening room and spotted an acetylene torch in the corner where Jet had ben sealing down some hull plates. Spike walked over to the corner and grabbed the torch. "Hmm..." He turned the torch on full blast but the only thing that happened was the faint sound of gas hissing out of a canister. "Hmm...needs lit..." Spike picked up the small striker that had been sitting next the torch. "Here we are." He flicked the striker in front of the mouth of the torch and a blinding shaft of flame 6 feet long shot across the room. The flame played across Jet's minature trees and reduced them to ash in a matter of nano seconds.
"Spike what the hell are you doing??"
"Cigarette..." Spike mumbled incoherently as he leaned into the flame to light the cigarette.
"My TREES!!!!" Jet screamed. "Why the hell are you down here anyway?"
"Outta gas."
"What in God's name do you mean we are out of gas we just filled up on Ganymede!"
"Outta gas, i kicked it but nothing happened" Spike said as he shut off the torch.
"We can't be. I better check it out myself, who knows you mighta burnt the damn cockpit down while you were at it."
"How? i didnt have my ligh"
"Just shut up and come help me" Jet interuppted him and walked towards the cockpit.
Jet arrived in the cockpit and saw the flashing warning light above the fuel control panel. Walking over to the main console he shut off the alarm and looked around the bridge. "How did we go from full to empty like that? We're not even halfway to Mars."
Spike just shrugged and took a hit of his cigarette and blew a plume of smoke shaped like a dragon.
Neither of them noticed when Ein walked onto the bridge and hopped up onto the console. The little dog flicked a few switches and activated the display showing a large gaping hole in the side of the Bebop's fuel tanks. Ein let out a small bark and both Jet and Spike looked at the display.
In unison the two said "What the hell."
Jet looked at Ein and said "What do you know about this Ein?"
The little Welsh Corgie just stared blankly at the two of them and went back to looking at the screen.
The main hatch to the bridge slid open and a half-asleep Edward walk in. "Bebop stopped why why Spike Spike??"