The hunt is on

Who: Mk.9, Efof
Where: Hangar, Space, random corridors, and Parrotts...but not in that
order
When: After Wormhole jump
Mk.9 strafed the Raven sideways to allow the hulking mass of the Blue
Dwarf to pass.
"Well that was fun. Next time we'll program the guns to shoot pints at
them." said Mk.9, activating the auto-landing sequence, installed for
Dean's sake.
"Speaking of which, what say we go have a celebration at Parrotts?"
said Efof
At that moment, or at the least one close by, Jay appeared on a monitor.
"Efof, meet up with me at the medibay. Keto wants something."
"Sure thing" Said Efof, and ran down the exit ramp and off into the
ship's corridors.
Mk.9 sighed.
"And off to Parrotts I go."
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Mk.9 strolled in and plonked himself down in a seat off in one of the
dark corners of the room. There were a surprising number of dark
corners in Parrotts, probably because most of their regular clientele
were the kind that liked to sit in dark corners. Mk.9 turned to face
one of the closer dark corners, and thought he could recognise the
voice of the guy sitting there mumbling into his pint. A few beers
later, his memory circuits tripped on in just the right place. Mk.9
leapt up, knocking over his table and causing about nine patrons to
instinctively reach for their guns.
"YOU!" he shouted at Troy the gunner.
Troy spun around to face his ex-boss, before deciding it an
appropriate time to bolt. He lunged for the exit, and dashed down the
promenade. Mk.9 cocked his arm gun.
"You're mine."
<to be continued, someone can join in hunting down the traitor gunner
if you want>