Katrina:- Walking in no air.

Who:- Katrina, Cassandra, Micky
Where:- Open Space
The airlocks of the various craft on which Micky, Cassandra and Katrina had been travelling hissed open and the three crewmembers, fully kitted out in EV suits steered their thruster packs toward each other somewhere between the mass of Midget's, Bugs and Eagles.
"Ready?" Cassandra said chirpily, though, if she was being honest, her voice made her appear far more confident that she was, with nothing more than thin, insulated, easily torn fabric and a helmet with an easily-shattered glass visor between her and the vacuum of space to assist in a job that was WAY above her level of qualification. Still, the Captain seemed to trust her enough to let her help in such an important task, ok so the idea had been hers originally, but was he some kind of idiot or something?
"I was BORN ready!" Micky said in response. He actually WAS happy out here, particularly as he had been assigned to work with two attractive women, one, who was a stripper, though he had to admit, it took all his self control not to flirt with Katrina, and risk a `court martial' from the Captain…a term he'd learned sometimes meant "Midget / Ointment duty"
"Yes." Was all Katrina could muster, somewhat unenthusiastically.
"You don't like me do you.." Cassandra asked Katrina, as the trio thrustered toward the selected Space Eagle.
"I don't know you" Katrina said "What I don't like, is the idea of my boyfriend ogling you in seedy strip-clubs"
"It's just a job" Cassandra snapped "Some of us aren't lucky enough to have engineering degrees, or officers pips!"
"Luck had nothing to do with it!" squeaked Katrina, offended, "I worked hard to get where I have, maybe if you'd done the same you wouldn't need to take your clothes off for a living!"
"You obviously worked `something' hard!" Cassandra said, frustration evident in her voice. "The Captain's penis!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Katrina shouted in disgust "I was an engineer on Blue Dwarf for months before I met Jay! I think you owe me an apology!"
"Only if you apologise for assuming I was a lazy no-hoper who does what I do because I couldn't be bothered to do anything else!"
"Ladies!" said Micky "Please don't fight! At least wait until we're back aboard a ship, and you can get out of those spacesuits, strip down to your underwear and cover yourselves in jelly!"
"SHUT UP, PERVERT!" both women snapped in unison.
"Look, we've reached the Space Eagle….let's just get the job done and get back aboard the Starbug" Katrina said, she and Micky removed their thruster packs, to allow them more freedom of movement to work and magnetised their boots against the Space Eagle's hull.
"Cassandra" Katrina said after a few minutes "Come here and give me a hand…"
Cass thrustered over to where Katrina was working.
"We need to remove this panel, to access the deflector's systems. Then, we can modify it to emit an EM pulse."
Cass nodded, and took out a power-spanner, and started removing bolts from the ships hull as Katrina did the same from elsewhere.
"Last one Katrina.." Cass said
"It's Ensign Salter to you!" Katrina snapped, looking up. "Hold on I'll…WAIT! NO! NOT THOSE BOLTS!"
It was too late, Cassandra had removed the last bolt of the panel she was accessing, instead of opening the Deflector control panel, she opened the engine coolant tank, the panel shot off from the side, of the ship, propelled by a powerful burst of super-cooled nitrogen.
The panel hit Katrina in the chest, knocking her away from the ships hull, and away.
"HELP ME!!" she yelled panicking, as she drifted away helplessly into space without her thruster pack.
"Micky!" Cassandra yelled "Help her!"
"How?" Replied Mickey
"I don't know!, Pilot the Space Eagle after her!"
"I ain't getting on no plane, fool!" Micky replied
"What? Why, She'll die if you don't do something!"
"I know! But I can't fly this thing!"
"Well, there must be something we can do!"
<Tag Micky or Cass, just something to make it a little more interesting!>