Now the party can start! (may arrive twice)

Jay's voice came over the comm system.
"You giving my guys orders Mk. 9?" he asked "You concentrate on the
turrets, I'll take over from here with the fighters...." Jay, being
the chief of navigation, and head pilot meant that combat missions
were his jurisdiction.
"Gladly Jay..." Mk.9 replied, as he said this he heard Keto's voice
in the background saying "Chrysler, I demand you return to the Blue
Dwarf THIS INSTANT!"
They had completed their mission of mercy to deliver the medicine to
the people of New France, and were returning to the ship, when Jay
decided they were going to join the fight.
Battered, wheelchair bound, and delerious, he'd set a course for the
battle against Keto's protests, instead, when Keto tried to argue
Jay switched off the artificial gravity and violently rolled the
Phoenix, sending Keto, who wasn't harnessed into his seat bouncing
off every surface in the ship before collapsing hard on the floor.
The Phoenixes gattling gun's descended from within it's hull, and
extended, the barrels spinning, rapidly building speed before firing
a seemingly endless stream of bullets into the hull of the nearest
robo-fighter, tearing it to shreds.
"Whoooo!" Jay yelled excitedly, "Having fun doc?"
He looked back at Keto who had clambered up from the floor, and was
dusting himself off, checking himself for bruises.
"Mr Chrysler, if by having "fun" you mean, deliberating over how
best to murder you....then yes"
Jay pulled a face, and just for fun, sent the Phoenix into a very
fast, very tight loop-de-loop, sending Keto ricocheting off every
surface once more, including the windscreen.
"Might wanna buckle up before you bitch Doc...."
Keto could no longer speak, for he was unconcious.