Sunday, 8 April 2012

All work and no play, makes Anabaric slighty unsound to be around

Anabaric walked back into his office with a fresh quafe zero in his hand, he stops abruptly in the door way, seeing Nashh sitting behind his desk, in his chair! and poking around in the neocomms and consoles that had been left a few minuites before.
"Ana; just the man,  good to see you... man you look like shit, is that a zero in your hand? You know your not meant to drink that outside of a pod... " Registering the blank look on Anabaric face, he added "oh.. right... nevermind..."
"Anyway meant to ask you about the new site, need to talk about the graphics, kinda need to tweak it again, don't like the blue, I was thinking red, we need more red. Maybe some gold. Also about the sword thing, I know what you said but I kinda like swords"
During this time Anabaric had been slowly sipping on the zero, his eyes starting to burn as the volatile drug started to course through his system. Emptying the dregs down his throat he threw the crumpled tin a pile of similar cans overflowing from the bin.
Walking over to a filing cabinet he paused studing the contents carefully then picked out a small round object, before throwing the sphere at Nash.
"No swords.... back later.. I need to kill something." Turning he walked back out the door knocking over Acute who'd just arrived back in station. Acute picking himself off the pile of ammo box's walks into the office "What's his fucking problem?"
"Yeah he's a little off at the moment, been working overtime sorting out Hermits little problem, oh and glad you're back, you can deal with this for me"
Nash tosses the thermal grenade over Accute and goes back to poking around the files on the desk.
Acute looks at the grenade, which by this point has started to make a distinct humming sound.
"Err Nashh....!!?"