The Last Woman

Polymorph Part 2

Lister fell to the floor with a loud thump, sprawling out across the floor awkwardly now rendered unconscious by the gross looking creature that then had splodged quickly out of the room past the rest of the stunned dwarfers.

"What the hell was that?" Zora questioned with wide eyes fixed on the doorway where the creature had charged off.

"Must be some sort of alien," Rimmer decided a small smile overcoming his previous petrified state.

"Well if it is it doesn't come in bloody peace!" The woman exclaimed releasing a loud huff her mild shock slowly subsiding.

By the time Kryten and Zora had dragged Lister down to the medical bay with Rimmer instructing them in the most annoying and unhelpful manner, Cat had woken up from whatever number nap he was on that day to poke the sleeping monkey.

"Is he okay?" The cat questioned.

"As far as we can tell yes," Zora replied looking over her unconscious friend.

"So where'd the creature go?"

"Well, it turned into a sort of splodgy squelchy thing and squidged off down the corridor," Rimmer answered.

"It's got to be some sort of alien surely," Zora thought out loud.

"No, it's from earth, manmade. I checked out its DNA profile. So kind of genetic experiment that went wrong," Holly corrected.

"Apparently, it was an attempt to create the ultimate warrior. A mutant that could change shape to suit its terrain and deceive its enemies."

"Well something must've gone wrong with splodgezilla," Zora commented.

"Yeah but what?" Cat asked.

"It's insane!" Kryten answered.

"You don't say."

"It feeds off your negative emotions. Fear, guilt, anger, paranoia. Drains them out of its prey."

"So it's some sort of emotional vampire. It scared Lister half to death then sucked out his fear?"

"Precisely Miss Zora."

"So what're we going to do about it?" Rimmer asked. Zora knew well that the 'we' did not include himself.

"Well, I say let get out there and twat it!" Lister spoke up, rising from the bed completely unphased by his experience.

"Well someone's thinking rationally," Zora rolled her eyes.

"Listen, you're ill. Just relax and leave this to us," Rimmer ordered.

"I coulda had it in the sleeping quarters but you saw it, you saw it. It took me by surprise!" Lister declared.

"Lister it turned into an eight-foot-tall armour-plated alien killing machine," Rimmer pointed out.

"If it wants a Barney we'll give it one! One swift knee to the happy sacks and it'll drop like anyone else!"

"Well, it's nice to see you're thinking rationally Lister. What a detailed and strategic plan you've come up with." Zora rolled her eyes and went off in search of weapons deciding that the possibility of being attacked by that slime monster was better than listening to Lister ramble on about ways to kill it.

Diving down into the lower decks the brown-haired woman searched for the bazookoids she had heard Cat and Lister talking about the other day. If the others we just going to sit around having a chat she was going to go blow the thing sky high. However, the only thing Zora managed to do was get lost.