One Hell of a flying lesson.

Who: Jack Phantom
Where: Security Office
When: Not long after Jay, Marwood, Keto and Nikola left for France.
Jack sat behind his desk and shuffled through the stuff in his
inbox whilst chewing on a stale Jaffa Cake. He'd found a half full
box of them that always seemed to be kicking around the office no
matter how many times he thought he'd binned it. No one else was in
today and it was up to him to check through the latest reports of
theft, assault and goat molestation that were filed. Most were
ignored, but some had to be followed up.
After the 16th case of a "vertically challeneged bald person"
being spotted in the ships zoo bothering livestock he got bored and
checked his watch for the hundredth time.
He was supposed to be meeting Pete Marwood in the bar for some
zero-gee pool and a few pints for lunch, but lunch had come and gone
without a chime from his communicator. It wasn't like Pete to say no
to a drink.
"Holly?" He called out. The wall in front of him flicked to black
and a disembodied head floated there. It looked stupid as there were
sheets of paper pinned to the surface where his nose was.
"Aye aye skipper. What can I do for you? By the way, the zookeeper
is still asking me if you're going to look into his problem." The
computer's voice boomed.
"Never mind that. I've got something more important. Where's
Marwood? He was supposed to meet me today and I havn't heard from
him." Phantom picked another Jaffa from the box and fixed his gaze
on the face.
"Been stuck in here since you got back Jack?" Asked Holly, "He's
been taken to New France with the Doctor and the new guy to sort out
their little problem. Urgent business and all that. Want me to patch
you through?"
"Sure. Maybe he can update me. No one else tells me what's going
on." Sighed the security officer as the computer established a link.
Static filled the screen and Holly said "Oh dear. "
"What?" Said Jack. Something was obviously wrong.
"See for yourself, I've got the link now. It's faint, they
probably couldn't have made a call out if they tried." The static
gave way to a view of the cockpit and the occupants being thrown
around by evasive patterns within.
"Smeg, Jack is that you?" Pete said over the channel. Jack
nodded. "Thank God, they're jamming our outward signals. What made
you contact us?"
"Well. I was going to bitch at you for standing me up, but I
reckon that can wait." Jack smiled despite the situation. "What's
happening?"
"A French cruiser is attacking us." Tha new guy in a black hat
addressed him. "Jack, whatever your name is, we need help."
"That's Jack Phantom friend. Don't worry, I'm coming." He killed
the connection and only just missed Keto hiss something that sounded
like 'flash git'.
Phantom shoved the papers back into the inbox and stood up,
twirling his long coat over his shoulders.
"Holl, any pilots that could give me a lift?" He asked.
"No. They're all on special operations."
"Well how about that series 4000 that's giving me lessons? Is he
about?"
"Yes. Cleaning one of the space eagles actually. You can't want a
lesson now surely?"
"Might be the only thing left to do. Tell him I'm coming."
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Ten minutes later, Jack and Teflon, the series 4000 mechanoid
cleaning robot/flying instructor were strapped into the space eagle
and Teflon was helping Jack forget the launch sequence.
"So I press the big red button first and then that one, that one
and then that one?" Jack was waving his arms around pointing at
various switches.
"No, no, no Mr Phantom Sir. DON'T press the big red button and
press this one, this one and this one first. Then you can gradually
apply power to the engines and out you go," The mechanoid was
clucking and pointing at a completely different set of
controls. "Also being careful to leave room on the port side.
There's some maintainance work being done on the outer hull nearby."
"How about. I ignore you, flick aaaaaaaaaaall these itty bitty
switches here and then put my foot down."
Jack did so.
Teflon whimpered.
The eagle lifted of in a spastic jolt and powered towards the
hangar doors, that were fortunately open, at full speed. It only
just avoided clipping the left wing on the way out before arcing
round and speeding off towards the planet. One of the technicians on
hull painting duty near the hangar door had to go back inside
and change his spacesuit.
"If this were a real test. I'm afraid you would have failed Sir."
Teflon whined at Jack who was grinning like an idiot.
"Ah. But it isn't, and that was really, really fun!" He applied
more power and whooped.
Before long, New Earth filled the cockpit window and in the
distance he could see flashes of light that signified the threatened
Team Cliché and the French warship locking horns. At this range
they were able to signal their allies.
"Guys, I'm a few clicks out from you and closing fast. Any
updates?"
"Thank Christ!" Shouted Marwood. He also distinctly heard Keto
say '...oh God not him.' Pete continued, "Well we havn't been able
to contact the vessel. Not taken much damage, the cure is still in
one piece but Jay's in severe danger of breaking a sweat here Jack."
Pete grinned. He heard Jay shout an expletive and tell Nikola
to keep firing.
"Right. I'll see if I can annoy them a little and maybe distract
them enough for you to get down there?" Phantom prodded the console
until he found one that armed the weaponry, accidentally launching a
few missiles, and headed into the fray.
<tag any of you lot!> keep the battle going if you like or try and
escape! It's up to you!