Eat mop, scum!

Katrina was back in her quarters after her time with Seymour. She'd locked the
door and was impatiently waiting for something to be announced, like they'd
defeated the enemy or everyone was going to die so say your prayers. But there
was nothing.
Then, she'd heard a loud noise. A very bad noise. The sound of a huge hole
opening up in the hull of the ship.
Terrific, was all she could think.
Grabbing her mop with the intent of using it as a weapon if she needed to, she
unlocked the doors and ventured out into the ship. There was no one around the
sleeping quarters.
Katrina walked around a bit, looking for anyone who would know what was going
on.
"Perhaps we're fighting to save our ship," she mused aloud, giggling at the idea
of the workers at McDonalds throwing hamburgers at the enemy.
"Some are," came a voice behind her. "The rest are drunk, I think."
Katrina turned around, facing a man in scuba gear with a harpoon pointed at her.
"No, the ship was drained of alcohol. They just act like that normally."
"Surrender, or I'll shoot," the Eniram instructed.
She pouted. "I'm just a janitor. You'd really shoot me?"
"Those are my orders."
Still pouting, she said, "Well, if that's the case-" Katrina threw her mop at
the Eniram scum.
The soldier tried to catch the mop, fumbling terribly. Katrina, practicing a few
moves she'd learned from her good friend DJ, did a quick leg-sweep, knocking the
guy down. Before he could recover, she kicked the harpoon out of his hand. She
then ripped the mop from his grasp and pinned him to the floor by sitting on his
chest, her knees placed firmly on his arms. Katrina forced the handle of the mop
in his mouth. He struggled and gagged.
She looked down on him. "What's that? You want me to take my mop out of your
mouth? Nope."
He continued to squirm.
"Now, listen mister," she started. "I'm going to knock you out in a moment,
which is really going to hurt, I'm afraid. But I need to make sure you don't try
any of that 'Surrender or I'll shoot you' crap again, okay?" She smiled at him.
"Oh, and I'm taking your harpoon, too."
The Eniram tried to yell something, but Katrina ignored him. She quickly pulled
the handle out of his mouth and bashed him roughly on the noggin. He stopped
squirming.
She got up and reached over for the harpoon. She picked it up and looked it
over. "Nice. Can't remember the last time I went to the firing range."