Disclaimer in first part
"Okay, if I could get into this consol, I might be able to find the parts I need," Ana said as she tried to pry it open. "Key word if."
She fell back and kicked the thing, only to have nothing happen. She glared at it as if that would work, but it didn't.
"Don't kick me."
Rimmer and Ana both looked around wildly trying to figure out where the voice had come from.
"Over here....twits....."
"Oh god no," Ana said as she stood up and looked at the consol that had the computer image of the actual computer.
"Well I wasn't to happy to see you either, and I don't like being kicked," the female voice repeated.
"This isn't happening," Ana sighed.
"Looks like it is, figures too.....can't have anything good happen for Arnold Rimmer....." Rimmer complained.
"Oh, hello, I didn't see you," the computer said as she smiled. He sighed then yelped as he turned around.
"Great, she has mechanical arms," he said as he saw the thing hanging out of the wall that had pinched his behind.
"This ship was made to be able to take care of the crew if it they were unconscious or incapacitated for some reason......" Ana trailed off while she stared at her feet.
Ana looked up at the surprised Rimmer, looked back to the computer, then back to Rimmer, and smiled.
"No," he said as he realized what she was thinking. She nodded and he shook his head. She walked over and whispered so that the computer wouldn't here them.
"Just sweet talk her while I open the panel, please?"
"No...it's a computer...and she...." he said pointing to the monitor on which the computer winked at him.
"Please.... five minutes, that's all I ask," she pleaded.
"Three."
"Four."
"Done, we should be out of here in no time now," she smiled. Rimmer frowned. This day was not turning out to be a good one.
(I apologize a hundred times over for how long it was till this chapter came out, I swear the next one won't be that long, I had some computer problems recently, but It should be okay now).