What now?!

Who: Micky, Erik
Where: Living quarters
When: Not long after Micky changed out of his horribly pissy, dirty
clothes.
Buttoning up an almost clean pair of jeans, the door to his room
slides open. It's Erik, the skutter Micky had commandered from the
flight deck.
"You got my bits?" Micky asked.
The skutter dumped the items on the counter top, looking at Micky and
waiting patiently. "What do you want, a cookie? Smeg off back to
work, I'm busy."
With a flick of the bird, the skutter wheeled off out the door and
down the corridor.
"I hope that's all above board." Holly appeared in front of him in
the mirror. Micky shrugged it off and went back to syphoning the
nasty bits out of the Euthanazinol.
"So what if it ain't? Micky replied with no more care for the
computer as he had for his own underwear. "There's not a lot you can
do about it anyway."
"I could tell the captain." Micky did an over dramatic scared
reaction.
"Go for it. I'm sure he would forgive you form breaking the space
core directive seventeen-twenty-four (It doesn't exist, I
checked!). 'No balding computer may disclose top secret information
to a flight technician on pain of re-boot and replacement'. You
wouldn't wanna risk that would you?"
"You wouldn't do that. That's computicide. One step away from
silicone murder. I thought we were friends." Holly looked
devastated. Micky felt sorry for the senile computer.
"We are, I'm sorry Hol. Just keep this shtum will you? It's the
only thing that's gonna keep me sane on this vessel."
"Alright." His vacant expression had returned. "Hey! Now that we're
mates, you can do me a favour!"
"Yeh, no worries, what's up?"
"Well, the person you were meant to report to, I told you she was in
the armoury. You wouldn't mind going and talking some sense into her
would you? I'm gonna end up in a right mess if the captain finds out
I let her in there." Micky knew he was going to end up in some sort
of trouble, but he threw down his measuring thimble and turned to the
door anyway.
"Fine! How do I get there?"
"Awww! Thanks mate! It's not far....."
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Who: Micky
Where: Outside the armoury
When: About a minute and half later
"We'd best be quick." Hollys voice whispered from the overhead
speaker. No one was about. Again, it was too quiet for Mickys
liking. "But keep your voice down, I don't want the lads from
security finding you down here."
The door to the armoury slid open, Jayne Chrysler spun around,
obviously surprised. "Who are you?!" She gasped.
"I'm the new flight technician, you weren't on the flight deck, so I
came looking for you." Micky spent his whole life lying, this was
easy. "Oh! here you are!" Did she buy it? He wasn't sure...
<Someone else needs to decide his fate now!>