***ACTION!*** Slug Invasion. Gardeners Beware

When: Shortly after everyone wormholed to Proxima Centauri
Where: Proxima Centauri
Who: Some people.
The chaos outside the ship was immense. Smaller fighter craft that had been
sucked through the red wormhole spun furiously until the pilot could get it back
under control. Some of them crashed into others, and many more crashed into the
side of the Blue Dwarf. It was these that were lucky, as their automated
transporter systems kicked in.
"Are we allowed to eat humans again, boss?" a less intelligent slug asked.
"Yes. We're not allies with them any more, eat as many as you want." The leader
of the group said.
Each of the slugs had weapons of different kinds. Some had cleavers for cutting
their meat, others had tenderisers for obvious reasons.
The more enterprising ones had flamethrowers, set to "chargrill". Yet most of
them just had guns.
People ran in terror from the slug people known as Mollopods. They had large
bodies that took up the majority of their being, much like a slug. The
stub-like arms they had were just long enough to reach their mouth, and their
hands had evolved to best hold cutlery. They were a race of food fanatics,
taken to extreme levels. Even a baby Mollopod could out-eat even the most well
trained eating champion on earth, which took some serious doing.
"Alright, fan out. There's bound to be some humans around here somewhere.
First come, first serve." He said, which essentially meant 'you eat what you
find'.
<snip>
Seymour barged into the office. Amber was stood there looking lost.
"That's fine, come right in." She said sarcastically. "I'm not really sure about
what I'm supposed to be doing with all of this paperwork..."
Seymour couldn't wait so blurted it straight out. "I demand that I have my old
apartment back!" He shouted.
"Err... what?" Amber asked.
"My apartment, it's for dignitaries only so I've been evicted as the Queen is
dead." He said.
Amber rubbed her forehead.
"Seymour, is this important right now?" Amber asked. "We're damaged from a
firefight, we're stranded in the middle of space, and the Captain's just left me
all this paperwork which I don't really understand. Can it wait?"
"No." Seymour slammed his fists on the desk.
</snip>
"Captain!" Chris Harris called over the Radio to Amber's office in the drive
room.
"Sorry Seymour, this is important." she said, using it happily as an excuse to
stop talking to Seymour.
"What is it, Harris?" she asked. Seymour stood there, not moving.
"Look Seymour, if accomodation is that important to you, I don't care if you
take the Captains place." she said, hoping he'd just leave.
"Really? Excellent." He said, planning it as he left. "I need to get rid of
that horrible bed, and move my four-poster up there... Oooh, this is going to be
fun." He said, in a rather camp way.
"Jay is not going to be happy when he gets his job back..." Amber said, really
hoping it would happen.
"Captain, There's a mob of Mollopods onboard, they're taking prisoners, and
cooking them alive!" he explained. My security teams are thin enough after
whats happened..."
"Fine. I'll call for emergency armament. Everyone should have a gun. Get your
armoury ready, Harris." she said, and turned off the Comm.
"Holly! You heard what I said. Get the Emergency Armament Directive online.
Everyone is to be armed." she ordered, then slouched back on the chair.
"No wonder Jay never had time to do all this paperwork..."