Micky wants revenge!

Who: Micky
Where: His quarters
When: After the skutters finished work on him
Micky made the last of the alterations himself, then stood up, ready
for what needed to be done. He knew he couldn't find Jayne to get
revenge on her for blowing off his arm, but that thug in the Parrotts
was gonna get it.
"What's the name of the bloke that clobbered me in the bar, Holly?"
"Him? That was Bruiser Cheekbone. Hardest man on board." Holly
said.
"Where is he?" Micky looked up when he'd finished looking at his new
contraption.
"He opted to stay on board the ship when the announcement went out.
He armed himself up pretty quickly and went right back to Parrott's."
"Cool." Micky made for the door. "Hold me a place on one of the Bugs,
I'll be there shortly."
<In Parrott's>
Micky saw the man he wanted. Was hard not to really as he easily
stood head and shoulders above everyone else.
Slightly intimidated, Micky went straight to him and once again
knocked his pint out of his hand.
"OI!" Came Bruisers shout as his glass hit the floor, "WATCH WHERE
YOUR.... It's you!"
He picked Micky up by the front of his scruffy old t-shirt.
"Alright mate?" Micky managed with a gulp. "I've come for an apology."
The big man just laughed in his face, pungent breath stinging Micky's
nostrils.
"You think I'm gonna apologise to a worm like you?!" He laughed again
and Micky thought he was going to pass out from the horrid fumes.
"I'll give you one last chance to apologise."
"And then what?! You going to hit me with your imaginary arm
again?!" This time most other people laughed, the only ones that
didn't saw what Micky was hiding up his sleeve.
Micky lifted what used to be his holographic arm and shouted rather
over dramatically...
"Go robot hammer!"
There was a pause and Micky started to turn red. Bruiser looked up
at what Micky was holding in the air just in time for toothpaste to
fall on his head.
"Holly! That's not a hammer!" Micky sounded desperate. Bruiser was
really piseed now.
"No, that's toothpaste!" Holly said back matter of factly.
"Sod it!" Micky swung down the robotic arm and hit it hard on the
top of Bruisers head.
Micky fell to his feet and watched as Bruiser Cheekbone landed flat
on his back, snoring eerily. He didn't want to stick around and find
out if anybody else would want a go on the back of his head.
Almost sprinting he spoke into his new arm.
"Why didn't it work Holly?"
"I don't know, maybe it just needs time to callibrate to your voice."
"But hammer sounds nothing like toothpaste!" Micky turned a corner
and kept running.
"Well." Holly said, almost hurt. "You've got an arm haven't you?"
"Yeh," Micky rolled his eyes, "great!
Erik was waiting in the elevator when Micky got there.
"Got my stuff?" Erik nodded and pointed at the rucksack and bazookoid.
"Good lad!" Micky patted Erik on the head. "There's a John Wayne vid
under my mattress. Go put it to good use."
Erik sped off down the corridor obviously on a mission of his own
now. The elevator doors closed and it slid off towards the flight
deck.
When he got there, there weren't many bugs left, but one stood with
the door open waiting for him.
"Holly said you wouldn't be long. Where were you Bellhorn?!" One of
the security staff was hanging out the door looking out for him.
"I had a Bruised Cheekbone to sort out." He climbed in and grabbed a
seat feeling rather good about himself. Looking around he realised
it was going to be a long boring journey. He didn't know any of the
faces on board.
<If anyone fancies a crash land in a city overrun by Amnesty and
rebel Mollopods jump on board the bug!>