Disclaimer: Wow... a disclaimer... I don't own owt ppl - Except Kira and Dani...

Anyway I apologise for errors, and this WAS going to be one chapter but I got lazy in the copy up so it's no longer the last chapter... Had no idea where to end it and stopped it when I was near to commiting suicide... or at least hitting my head on the keyboard. (Desk too far away - me on bed, in hot sweat, with painful leg, crappy american sitcoms, an annoying cat and insomnia... lovely)

Activate

"Activate!" At Talkie's words the two machines sprung into action, "Feline Fighter" controlled by Cat and "Sir Smegalot" the modified skutter, controlled by itself.

Sir Smegalot swung round and round, it's optical sound and heat receivers severed, but its movement sensors still functioning. It processed the data of the new weapons and claw positions, taking stock of it's new, personal objectives – To kill everything that moved.

Quick as lightening the bazookoid was armed, aimed and fired at "Feline Fighter", exploding it into a mass of stripes and burning metal.

"DUCK!" Lister yelled throwing himself to the ground as rounds of manic bazookoid fire flew over his head, followed by fluttering debris of "Feline Fighter" Cat opened his mouth and lifted his arm, dropping the controls in the process, he was obviously confused, though he easily complied ad the bazookoid turned and fired at him, exploding the controls into tiny pieces.

"What the smeg is going on DAVE?" Kira cried from behind a box at the other end of the "Arena"

"Mister Technical Wizard Of The Year here forgot to build controls – and rewire the skutter's nucleus system." Rimmer replied a bit too smugly than was needed.

"Boy, are you STUPID!" Talkie chirped happily. "Never mind – Care for some toast?"

"SHUT UP!" Kira snapped loudly, her heart pumping faster than it had ever been – Even then when she gave birth to a half feline baby.

"SIRS! You didn't you the psycho skutter did you?" Kryten's squeaky, worried and panicky voice from behind one of the crates at the far side of the cargo bay.

"And I thought I asked the dumb questions." Cat muttered, trying to block out the whirring of the Skutter as it spun round and round still, random bolts from the bazookoid flying off all around. "Why's it working if there's nothing to control it?" He asked after gulping deeply.

"That's simple you gimboid!" Rimmer blurted before a pause elapsed.

"Well?"

"Erm…" Rimmer trailed off feeling flustered.

""Could the command activate have turned it on?" Kira asked as her voice rose in pitch.

"I believe so ma'am-" He made to say something else but was cut off as Dani opened her mouth at let loose the full fury of her lings.

"Shush baby." Kira called pathetically. "Is… Is there a voice deactivation?" She stuttered, trying to keep as still as possible, speaking through clenched teeth.

"No ma'am – Manual only." Kryten replied.

"Oh deary me – You lot really are toasted you know that?" Talkie laughed mechanically.

"Great! Nice one Lister!"

"Me? It was –" Lister began to argue but was cut of.

"Can you SHUT UP?" I'm trying to think!" Kira hissed.

"Well look who didn't get her toast this morning!" Talkie crooned in response. Kira bit her lip and skipped over the comment, trying to stay calm.

"It's not our heat patterns or sound… I doubt he can see us… It must be only our movement it can sense…" She speculated.

"Any chance of legging it?" Cat asked, freezing in fear as his leg slipped. His heart leaped as the box next to him exploded into pieces.

"I'd list the drawbacks sir but I feel that was a better explanation." Kryten yelled.

"Point well made… Something tells me that our 24 hours guaranteed living time just dropped to zero." Cat added in a squeaky voice.

"Well can't you die after crumpets?"

"If the skutter and the opera singer weren't bad enough!" Lister hissed under his breath...