A rough end to the week...

Who: Chris Harris
When: Sometime
Where: Outside Parrots
Chris was standing outside Parrots, along with Dante and MK.10, waiting patiently for the inevitable riot he believed would occur the moment the crew realised that their entire supply of alcohol had been jettisoned.
"Where the hell is everyone?" He asked rhetorically, looking around anxiously at his subordinates.
"Maybe news hasn't leaked out yet" suggested Dante.
"Jay's here more the anyone. If the captain knows, he'll have been ranting about it endlessly to anyone who will listen. AKA, everyone in the drive room. They must have heard" retorted Chris.
Suddenly, the floor began to vibrate, and the trio slowly turned around, their backs pressed against each other, forming a tight circle outside the door to the bar, all reaching for their weapons. The stampede suddenly appeared on two fronts, and they sprang into action.
"You know the drill, guys" sighed Chris, reaching for a smoke grenade and throwing it at crowd of drunks that were angrily staggering towards him, Dante following suit.
"How the hell can they be drunk if we have no alcohol!?" yelled Chris angrily, as he slammed his fist into a button on the wall, activating the microphone so he could talk to the captain.
"Jay! They've found out we have no beer! Thanks so much for spreading the news"
"Not my fault. Since when do people actually listen to anything I say? Besides, we've got bigger fish to fry. Speaking of which, we need the ship's cannons reactivated - care to help?"
"Oh right, I'll deal with two problems at once. Send CK to do it"
"You're the only one with the correct access codes"
"Fine" muttered Chris, pressing the button again, twice. "Lietenant Commander Harris to all available security personnel, report to the promenade. Bring anything you think will be helpful in stopping this riot"
The riot was now consuming most of the promenade. Thankfully, a fair amount of the stampede were fighting each other, so Chris, Dante and Mk.10 weren't overwhelmed. Mk.10 had covered as many people that were in range with tear gas and Dante was busy pulling the brawling subjects apart.
"I've got to go, guys, you've got it from here!" said Chris, cheerily, sprinting away before slipping on a yellow liquid and flying into the air.
"DANTE!!! FIND OUT WHICH ONE OF THESE GITS TOOK A SMEGGING LEAK ON MY BLOODY PROMENADE!" he yelled, as he got up and resumed his race towards the control centre of the ship's outer defence systems, leaving the riot far behind.
Several minutes later, he reached the door which he needed to open, handily having found a laser cutter on his way there. He ordered the security grunts that had been trying to get the door open out of the way, as he swiftly cut the door down.
"How come none of you thought of that?" he asked, simply, as he walked through the opening he'd made and punched in the appropriate override code, flicking a switch and hearing a loud noise which told him that the external defence systems had been re-activated.
He walked over to the comm. system panel and pressed the button again.
"Boss, got the defence systems sorted. How's the riot?" he asked, breathing heavily.
"The promenade has pretty much turned into a full scale warzone. So you know, the usual" replied the captain shortly.
"Oh wonderful" muttered Chris and he hit the button again. "Alright everyone" he said, addressing the security grunts that surrounded him, "Get someone from engineering up to fix the door, not CK, he's busy trying to get us enough power so that the toilets will flush and whatnot. The rest of you, follow me to the promenade..."
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OOC: Probably a bit rusty, all. If I've trood on anyone's toes - please ignore whatever I did. It's great to be back - why oh why would I return on Friday 13th?