The convoy

Doctor Keto grumbled in the captain's chair. He'd been given a taste of
power. Good times!.
He'd also been lumped in with a bunch of four armed, phallus-faced aliens
all dressed as Batman.
He had to be thankful for small mercies however, he was no longer among the
majority of the insufferable Blue Dwarf crew! Just a mere handful of junior
officers who would be too scared to even dare ask of medical asisstance,
infuriating the good Doctor as they did so.
Best of all...No Chrysler's.
The bridge door's slid open, and two female Blue Dwarf crew members entered.
"Doctor Keto, we're the only other humans aboard, can we come keep you
company?"
"Absolutley not...." he turned to see who had dared pose such a question.
Vanessa Chrysler was staring back at him blankly, flanked by none other than
her brothers current fling, Katrina Salter.
"What." he said flatly "Are YOU doing here?"
"Duh. It's a medical ship, where else would I be?"
"And you?"
"I'm your chief engineer!" Katrina replied, chirpily.
"Why, for the love of god did you not join your intolerable boyfriend on his
vessel?"
"He's commanding the fleet, from the lead vessel....why would he want a mere
flight technician to be his cheif engineer, Callum's doing it"
"Hrmph..I suppose at least if your over here the two of you can't reproduce
anymore of his kind...now get off my bridge the pair of you!"
"No way, we're staying!" The girls said in unison.
"SECURITY!!" Keto bellowed into the internal communications system.
The reply came.
"EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeEe?!"
"....." was all Keto could muster.