Finding a place to sleep

Where: Crew corridor on B-Deck

Seymour yawned, he had no idea how long he'd been awake for but it seemed like days. He was convinced that tonight he'd sleep in a proper bed, and not on the cargobay floor, or in some corridor. He'd tasked Davie Jones and Whitewolf with the job of clearing some of the monsters out of the crew quarters.

“Davie? Davie? Oh there you are- what are you wearing?”
“Level 10 security battle armour. There was some in the cupboard, so I dusted it off...”
“Why is there a pan on your head?”
“Oh, the um... battle helmet had an earwig in it.”
Seymour shook his head, although the thought of a 3 million year evolved earwig sounded hideous.
“Right, this ship is jolly full of dangerous creatures, and if we've any hope of making this our home again we'll have to move through section by section and flush the creatures out, or at least force them all to the rear of the ship where we can deal with them later.

Two others lined up next to Davie, Whitewolf and a Human. Seymour walked down them like a general surveying his troops.
“Who's this?” Seymour asked.
Ryder stood with a mop strapped to his back and a large bazukoid hung around his neck. “Lt Ryder Mcoy 5th regiment sir SpaceCorps trained and Blue Dwarf security officer, sir.”
Davie leaned over. “We just found him wandering the ship.”
“Can we trust him?” Seymour whispered back, and Davie replied with a shrug. Seymour stifled a yawn, he was so tired that he was willing to overlook how they found this stranger.

Seymour looked at the bazukoid that Ryder was carrying. “What's this?” He asked the soldier.
“Bazukoid Mk1 sir.”
“I hope you're not planning to shoot these creatures. If they are made entirely out of...” He coughed “...faeces, then I don't want you shooting them and making a mess all over my-I mean OUR new quarters. Is that understood?”
“Have you seen the size of them?!” Ryder said. “They're huge predators with 3 million years of experience of their terrain, I want to be armed!”
“They're just big whoopsies, you're going to round them up like cattle and flush them down the nearest toilet. Use the mop. Is that clear?”

Ryder hung the Bazukoid over his shoulder and gripped the mop with both hands. “Better.” Seymour said, then gestured for them to lead the way down the corridor.

Seymour pressed the button for door number 1, and the security team burst in.
“All clear.” Said Davie, and then Seymour entered the room and screamed. The scream prompted all three others to dive for cover.

“Sorry, I just detest the décor.” Seymour said. “Bob Marley posters and the Jamaican flag, wicker chairs and a lava lamp? This can be yours Mr Jones.”
Davie shrugged. The room contained a bed, which would suffice for now.

They all moved onto the next room, again Seymour pressed the button to unlock the door, and they all piled in. This time there was a lot of shooting, and Seymour rushed into the room when it finished.
“What did I say about shooting?” Seymour said and assessed the damage. One of the shitmonsters laid dead on the floor, his body melting brown goo all over the bed. The far wall had a streak of brown where they'd shot at it.
“This one can be yours Whitewolf.” Seymour said.
Before the large hamster could complain, the noise of more monsters came from an adjacent room. It looked like the adjoining wall between these quarters and the next had been pushed through, leaving a cavernous hole where several more shitmonsters came through.

“Don't shoot them Herd them away from the crew quarters!” Seymour said, but nobody listened, they opened fire on the monsters who rushed past them out into the corridor. Whitewolf, Davie and Ryder followed as the monsters went right, back to where Jay was interrogating the Malodorian.
“No, wrong way. Get them to go the other way!”

<snip>
Jay raised an eyebrow. “Is it hot in here?...maybe I’ll crack a window…” he reached for the airlock controls, and pulled the lever to open the outer door, just a crack, before closing it again, but the sudden hiss of air was enough to scare the Maldorian into talking.
“STOP! STOP!” he cried. “Enter a course for these coordinate 150’:45’:256’. You’ll find a starbase, you can stock up, on whatever you need…now, can I please go?”
“You think I’m stupid? How do I know this isn’t a trap? Sorry pal, you’re staying in the airlock until we know it’s safe….if I get any hint that you’re lying, I’m blasting the door open…”
“I’m not!” pleaded the Maldorian “I promise!”
<end snip>

Jay stepped away from the airlock a few seconds before the shitmonsters barged past, catching the airlock controls as they did so. A timer started above the door, and red flashing lights indicated that the airlock was going to open in 3... 2...

The team chased after the monsters, followed last by Seymour at a walking pace. He yawned again. “I'm going to take my chances in the bedroom with the Bob Marley posters. Someone please keep watch for any of those jolly hideous monsters.”

OOC – So does anyone rescue the Malodorian? Also as the ship is full of creatures and not a safe place, I thought it would be interesting to mention how we do basic survival things like where do we sleep, eat etc.