Jeb & Bill - Extreme Russian Roulette

[MightyDarkStar]

Extreme Russian Roulette - A KSP Short

It was an icy cold night. Snow and haze blocked off the last glimmer of light from a setting sun. Jebediah was dragging the terrified Bill by the ear across the jagged taxi-way and dispersal area not far from the Space Plane Hanger. He let go of his hand leaving Bill limp and shivering on the slippery tarmac, and proceeded to clamber up a ladder laid down by a relatively small storage unit. Jeb angrily threw open a pair of roof-borne doors and reached down into the unit and brought out a very heavy looking case, nearly as big as Jeb himself.

He slung the strap of the bag over his shoulder and slowly walked towards Bill. Bill has clutched by the neck and was stood up. His teeth clattered around like a gyrating bear-trap.

"I told you Bill, if you ever even TRY to fly out MY Aeris, you would pay." Jeb said rather calmly, too calmly...

"But it w-was m-mine! You were told by Ge-en-ne multiple times t-that we were r-r-receiving the new Aer-ris 3A-B. I chose the same basic paint-scheme as you did w-when we got our 3As!" Bill cried

"Hah! Don't give me that rubbish, I think I'd be able to remember such a conversation."

"Jeb y-you've had at l-l-least 47.4 concussions since 0.7.3!"

"Sure and my name is...- Um... What even IS the difference with the new Aeris anyway?" Jeb asked, slightly nauseated

"A new turbojet engine with an axial compressor, replacing the primitive centrifugal one." Bill replied.

Jeb, now starting to get cold, headed towards that new Admin Building beckoning Bill to follow. Jeb smashed open the doors and cautiously stepped down the stairs to the basement with Bill hesitantly following.

"Sit down." Jeb said with a menacing look in his eyes.

There was a marble table with two wooden chairs. Bill sat in one while Jeb slammed the heavy case down on the table. He unzipped the case and opened the flap on which was written A.D.E.N 30mm - For Ravenspear Mk V Fighter. Bill knew that something was up, and then he remembered the deal.

Once opened the weapon was revealed. It was an A.D.E.N 30mm *Revolver Cannon, the one found on the real life Hawker Hunter and Gloster Javelin. A cry of shock and fear escaped from Bill's throat. The long silver barrel was a big a his arm and the immense weight gave it a sense of quality, like it was just eager to kill him. The firing chamber was much like that of a revolver firearm, with may shell chambers in a revolving cylinder that spins at the smack of a hand. Jeb reached into a small pocket and grabbed a 30mm shell. It was placed in front of Bill.

"This is something I like to call, EXTREME Russian Roulette. I place the shell into the firing chamber, spin it a couple times, press that little button there, and see what happens. We keep taking turns until one of us is killed." Jeb said with a slightly manic grin, staring with cold, dead eyes into Bill's very soul.

He placed the shell into the chamber and gave it a few spins. With all of his strength he lifted the gun out of its case and faced the barrel towards Bill's chest. Bill's eyes closed and Jeb depressed the switch for a second. A slight whirring sound occurred as the cylinder spun yet no shell fired.

"Lucky." Jeb whispered.

"Your turn!"

Bill wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and spun the gun round and aimed it at Jebediah. He fired. The whirring sound appeared and again, no shell.

"Phew, I could hear the angels for a second.."

"God-damned luck, sometimes I don't know why I bother." Bill complained.

" Tell you what," Jeb said as he reached for some more shells, "..there are, say, 30 or 40 so firing chambers in the cylinder, so how 'bout I slot in another couple in the gun, it might end this quicker?"

"Whatever you want, it was your bloody idea anyway..."

Jeb did just that. He turned it around again and pointed it at Bill... *Click*, nothing.

"Wow, you must be made of luck, aye?"

"Probably..." Bill sighed.

Bill took hold of the gun and aimed at Jeb.

"Here goes..." Bill said.

*RATATATATATATATA*

The explosive power of the five shells shook the small concrete basement and dust and rubble fell from the ceiling. Jeb's torn, mutilated body lay crashed on the floor, pieces of ribs, organ and gut spilled all over the place. Bill stared with blind shock and horror at the bloody corpse strewn over the floor...

But, somehow, Jeb appeared behind Bill laughing his mental head off saying

"Heh, you didn't forget that we are part of The Original Three...right? We can't die! We just get re-spawned over and over and bloody over again. Those guys building our rockets have some sympathy....maybe." He said with a happy, forgiving smile.

And that was the story of how Bill got into a bit of bother, Jeb was killed yet wasn't (as normal) and how writer MightyDarkStar got inspired after reading that story The Last Spin by Evan Hunter...

Please don't let me write a sequel....

Edited November 15, 2014 by MightyDarkStar
Grammar Fix

[MightyDarkStar]

Well, how bad is it? What do you guys think?

[Coga19000]

Five shells? Sounds like Bill cheated by holding down the trigger

Anyways, it wasn't half bad, actually. Apart from the fact that I only like in game mechanics jokes when made in a satirical and comedic work, and barely even then, but that was some intense s*it for such a short story

[michaelsteele3]

It was okay I guess:P

[Tw1]

Not bad. Lived up to the sinister title, with an positive-ish turn at the end.

[zekes]

lol, the origional three don't die; they just drift off into space forever.

[MightyDarkStar]

True indeed!