Erik to the rescue!

Who: Erik (Skutter 1132)
Where: Wherever it is that he hides
When: Not long after Micky ran off to find Jayne
Holly had been scanning everywhere in the ship before he finally came
across the reading for Skutter 1132 in the cargo bay.
"Iknow you're down here, so come on out," Holly told the
skutter, "Micky needs you to do something for him. You might wanna
be quick too, or he will get himself into some right bother."
The door to one of the many unused cupboards opened and Erik rolled
out. He turned and faced the image of the computer, waiting like an
obedient dog.
Holly just stared back, as if he had just been called up by someone,
expectantly. (OOC <is that a word? sorry if it isnt people!)
"Oh yeah!" He exclaimed, suddenly realising he was in the middle of
something. "Micky wanted you to do something for him. Something to
do with my memory banks and processors. I can't really remember what
it was though 'cause my memory banks are full and some of my
processors need re-booting."
The skutter rolled his eyes (in an electronic fashion) at the
computer and trundled off towards the elevator.
"Oh, I get it!" Holly said as the penny dropped.
Erik waited patiently inside the elevator for Holly to pull his
digital finger out.
"To the AI room?"
The skutter nodded back.
On the long journey down, or up, it was always hard to tell on these
newfangled lifts, the skutter couldn't help wondering; How does the
elevator always seem to be on the right level at the right time and
never in use when you need it?
The thought, as you'd imagine, didn't last long in his tiny head.
Not many thoughts do with skutters.
When the elevator doors finally opened, Erik rolled out and set off.
He knew this ship like the back of his only hand.
He barely noticed the huge spider scurry past him carrying what could
only be described as most of the tech on the ship.
It didn't take long to reach the AI room door, where someone was
doing his best to crack his way through it. The door was obviously
jammed, so Erik turned around the next corner and used the plenty big
enough service duct to get in.
He completely ignored the cute nursey hologram and robot and headed
straight for Hollys processors.
'Intel Pentium Tri-Core Processors' stickers were plastered all over
them. Such a shame that technology was about 80 years out of date.
Any ship that was built with a budget higher than a pack of biscuits
would have a computer capable of coping with a quick shutdown.
It didn't take the skutter long to hit the reset buttons on the four
that were down, then he moved over to the console to sort out his
lack of memory.
Regrettably, the only non-essential data on there were his gangs John
Wayne films.
So he deleted the childrens book of space.
"Hey!" Said Holly, picking up to full processing power. "You can't
delete that! What do I do if we need to find our way back to
Jupiter?"
Asudden concerned look appeared on his face.
"Hold on..." He looked from side to side as his processors whirred
and he scanned some more.
"I thought so, this doesn't look good." He looked at Erik.
"Mickys in trouble."