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Okay, long chapter here, because I didn't know when to stop, and if it doesn't make sense I'm ever so sorry. x.x
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"Kryten I'm never gonna get out of here!"
"Yes you are sir-"
"No I'm not, not if you keep whacking your head against it, you're just making it worse!"
Kryten rolled his head back thoughtfully, "Sir, for any type of plan to work I need my body. Have you seen it anywhere?"
"No I haven't!"
"Could you look?"
Rimmer sighed, trudging off through the dust, his feet leaving no mark on the floor.
Kryten's voice echoed through, "I'll have to get Cat sir, he can help."
Rimmer looked sadly through the gloom, "Okay, but hurry up."
The sound of Kryten's head rolling along the corridor filtered in around him.
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Cat bounded through the corridors, he could smell them. There was something different about the smell now… almost frazzled, crispy, burnt. He sniffed, oh well… Cat skipped along, waving his bazookoid threateningly and following the scent. He was gonna have a little furby barbeque of his own.
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Rimmer squinted, there was something moving. Slowly. It was breathing. Lister?
"Lister?"
It was him, buried underneath a mound of debris. He didn't look so good. The blood was seeping through his clothes; hot sticky threads of crimson spattered the floor. Lister's eyelids fluttered as his laboured breathing began to slow.
"Lister, please?" not so much as a flicker, Rimmer tried again louder this time, "Lister!"
Nothing. Lister was dying and there was no one to save him, all Rimmer could do was watch. Watch as he faded away.
Rimmer tried desperately to shift the pile of smashed concrete and metal from his chest, but it was no use, his soft light hands fell right through him.
Rimmer looked at him and sobbed, his throat dry, and his eyes wet with years that couldn't fall. He couldn't help.
Lister would soon be dead. His erratic breathing reminded him of that. There was no escape. Rimmer would be alone. Alone with nothing but his guilt.
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It wasn't long before Kryten's head found Cat, "Oh Mr Cat sir!"
Cat looked around for a while before realising that the sound was coming from a talking head on the floor,
"Oh, hi!"
"I'm so glad I found you sir!"
"You are?"
"Yes sir, we need your help."
"Is it to do with those ugly pink no-style furbys? Coz if it is, I've got it covered! I'm gonna roast them on a bazookoid bonfire!"
Kryten frowned, "But sir, don't you have to wait 'til past six to light a bonfire?"
"Oh damn it! That's my whole plan out of the window!"
"Please sir; we don't have much time, could you follow me quickly please?"
Cat straightened his jacket, "Lead the way bud!"
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Rimmer didn't know how long he sat there.
Minutes.
Hours.
Then there were the footsteps. Voices too. Kryten? Rimmer's heart skipped a beat. They could help. Finally!
He rose to his feet, shouting. They were outside now. He shivered, running to where the door used to be, "Hello?"
"Mr Rimmer sir, is that you?"
"Yes! Kryten you have to get in here, Lister's hurt badly, I can't help him!"
"We can't get through sir, we'll pull, if you could push in any way it would be a great help."
"But I'm a hologram you dim-witted goit! How the hell am I-"
He was cut off by a groan behind him. It was Lister. He had pushed back the debris and had staggered to his feet, clutching his stomach in pain. It was obvious that he was fighting to stay awake, but somehow, he managed a forced smile.
"Lister." Rimmer stated, "I'm sorry-"
Lister winced as he leant against the rubble. "It's… alright man, we'll… get out." He closed his eyes for a second, and took a breath. "Krytes? You pull… and I'll push."
"Are you sure Mr Lister? The resulting damage it could cause you-"
"Just shut up."
He flung his body with as much force as he could muster. The mound cracked at the blow; more dust coming down in torrents, showering everything with thick grey.
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Meanwhile on the safer side of the evil mound of rubble:
"Mr Cat sir, pull!"
Cat checked his nails.
"Why aren't you pulling sir!"
"Pulling? You never said anything about that; I'm not doing any manual labour! It could wreck my suit!"
"Please sir!"
Something wet and gloopy slopped onto Cat's head.
"What the hell was that?" he looked up. It was as if the heavens had opened. He could almost hear the angelic music.
It was hair mousse.
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Yay! Cat's finally got his hair mousse!
