You can't park that here!

Who: Canaries, Crew, Jed and his crew
Where: Inside the Thorax (*shudder*)
When: A little while after the last post
Mk.7 was having a ball taking out the Hymenopteran bugs that were
simply lining up in the passage for him to mow down. The rest of the
team were having a slightly harder time of it, picking off the bugs
crawling along the walls towards them.
Occasionally a Hymie would get close enough to bite the upper half
off of a Canary, before Amber blew out half it's body mass.
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Outside, the fight was going just as badly as last time. The shots
from the myriad scout, civilian, transport and fighter ships were
hardly scratching the surface of the Hymenopteran dreadnaughts.
Jed, onboard the Fools Gold had had enough.
"Aw, dese pea-shooters aint doin' nothin'. Time to get real close
and personal like."
Jed ordered all the gun turrets to be set to automatic defence mode,
before running over to the navigation console and plotting a
collision course with the Thorax.
He then sat back in his captain's chair and started swinging his
lasso around his head.
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The group inside could tell the fight was starting to get serious.
The walls around their area were obviously very thin, and every
explosion could be easily heard. This was getting everyone on edge -
even more so than being stuck in the Hymenopteran mother ship.
Efof was getting more and more paranoid, and was startled into
grabbing Mk.7 from behind him and lobbing him at a vicious looking
bug leaping at him.
Mk.7 was, therefore, not unnaturally, a little upset.
Fortunately, Efof had thrown him with a little spin, and he was able
to open fire on the bug to such an extent he was able to pass
through it, albeit a little slimier.
He started plummeting to the ground, many metres below.
"This is getting more and more familiar" thought Mk.7 to himself,
before firing up his jet and rising back into the air.
He hovered about halfway between the floor and the ceiling, and shot
at the many bugs that were getting a bit too close to the team,
until a very loud rumbling was so obvious that even the Hymenopteran
bugs stopped to look around.
Mk.7 slowly turned around just in time to see a reasonably sized
ship, marked as being the 'Fools Gold', plough through the thin wall
straight towards him.
Fortunately for him, the artificial gravity of the Thorax brought
the Fools Gold plummeting down, crushing most of the eggs, and
luckily for the team, it was too loud to hear Mk.7 absolutely
shitting himself.
The Thorax wall rapidly healed itself, allowing minimal loss of
atmosphere.
He began his ascent back to the height of the rest of the team, when
the hissing sound of a hatch from below became apparent.
Jed stepped out of the ship, hoping the massive store of moonshine
was all right, and lassoed Mk.7.
"Howdy lil fella!" called Jed
"Fancy giving me a lift?"
Mk.7 obliged and hoisted Jed up to the ledge where half of the team
were waiting, and the other half was covering their backs.
"Hi there." said Jed, tipping his hat, before looking over his
shoulder
"Hope I don' get me a parkin' ticket!" he chuckled
He then turned to Amber
"And a special howdy to you too darlin'" he said, bowing slightly
Efof leant in a little closer and whispered in Jed's ear
"I would be careful around her if i were you, or you'll leave with a
nose bleed and a few snapped spines"
"Well, can I do ya for a few barrels o' moonshine? Got heaps of the
stuff in ma cargo bay" said Jed, hoping to change the subject.
Everyone looked at each other before grinning, realising the use Jed
had clearly intended it for.
"But how do we get down there?" asked Jay
Everyone turned to Mk.7
"Oh, not AGAIN!"
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