Watch it mate!

Who: Mk.9, Efof, gunners, various others
Where: Drive Room, Hangar, Space, and your brain
When: Bit after we jumped in
Mk.9 tapped into the shipboard speakers and ordered the gunners to man
their turrets. On the outside of the ship, the turrets could be seen
carefully angling themselves towards the opposing battleship. As for
those on the other side, well, they had fun waving at the smaller ship
they had come to save.
"Ok boys, steady for a second. Aim for vital systems on the ship, let
the Space Eagles handle the smaller fighters. Three, Two, O-" Mk.9
said, before being interrupted.
Efof had grabbed his shoulder and leant over to look him in the face.
"Wanna go grab the Raven and play with these guys for a bit?" he said
grinning.
"Sure!" said Mk.9 chirpily, patching back into the comms.
"Go apeshit. ThreetwooneGO!"
The pair then dashed down the corridor.
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Mk.9 started up the Raven, tilting his head back as he listened to the
metallic purr of the turbines, which really had no effect in space flight.
"What's this?" asked Efof, pointing at a console that looked much
shinier than all the others.
Mk.9 walked over to it, and read the label at the top; "Prototype
Holographic Weapons Array"
Efof spotted the instruction booklet towards the back of the cockpit,
covered in muck and dust.
"Says here it uses a preset library of images as weaponry to 'Gain the
psychological edge over your opponents'."
Well, we'll test it in live-fire, eh?" said Mk.9, shoving the throttle
to max.
As the Raven lumbered out of the hangar, the battle was already in
full swing. Most of the turret gunners were just trying to pick off
the small fighters dodging about.
Troy was a nice guy. He had been drinking with Mk.9 one night late at
Parrotts, and got conned into leaving the ranks of unemployed lawyers
aboard the Blue Dwarf and becoming a turret gunner. As a result, his
highly anti-militaristic wife had left him, and subsequently gained
full custody of the children. When he spotted Mk.9 through the
plexiglass window of the Raven, he didn't hesitate to fire.
The Raven shook violently as large plasma bolts impacted on the hull
of the ship.
"Gunner, you're fired! What's your registration number?!" yelled Mk.9
as he clung onto the communications console. Efof, who was less lucky,
was being tossed around the bridge, his head often colliding with the
consoles around the ship.
"You'll never find me!" yelled the gunner, and left his turret.
"Son of a... I'll have to find him later, this battle take priority."
said Mk.9 to a mildly concussed Efof. Efof sat up rubbing his head,
which had bashed open a panel in the nide of the Holographic weapons
console, revealing a smug looking MP.
"...Mk.9? I think the holo-guns may act up a tad..."
<tag, we got goat-guns!>