Escape, Or See Chrysler Die...I Hate Tough Decisions...

Who: Keto, Tara, L'Ontar, Vanessa
Where: Red Dwarf Shuttle
When: When they're in the shuttle, duh!
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-- SNIP --
> "No way!" said Keto "Am I going to stay here if she flys" he said
> pointing to Tara.
> "No way am I flying" said Tara, "I barely passed my driving test"
> "I'm not flying either" L'ontar said, All three turned to Vanessa
> who was sat in the pilot seat filing her nails, she looked up
> "What?"
> "Get us outta here Vanessa!" Tara said to her....
-- END SNIP --
"Whoa! Whoa! Time out!" said Keto loudly, taking a rapid few steps
backwards, "It was bad enough contemplating a journey back being
piloted by a GELF-impregnated moron..."
"Hey!" protested Tara.
"...or a GELF halfbreed..."
"HEY!" protested L'Ontar.
"...but a CHRYSLER!? Screw this, I'm going to go help him!" snapped
Keto, and turned to march off.
"I thought you hated Jay!" called Vanessa after the retreating doctor.
"The EVIL one, you stupid nurse!" shouted Keto over his shoulder,
marching down the ramp.
Stepping out into the shuttle bay, Keto breathed a sigh.
"Now, where would..." he began, but was interrupted by a myriad of
clicks. He glanced to his left, and the array of gun muzzles
pointing at him, held by the Red Dwarf security team.
"...I'm guessing that claiming medical impunity wouldn't work?" he
asked quietly.
The security team didn't move a muscle.
"How about saying that our Chrysler only has one spot on his body
where he can be harmed, and only I can tell you where that spot is?"
A couple of fingers tightened on the triggers. Keto sighed.
"Look behind you! A three-headed monkey!*" he yelled, pointing
over the team's shoulders.
Luckily for Keto, they fell for it - each and every one of them,
for a split second, glanced behind them. By the time they glanced
back, Keto was already halfway across the shuttle bay, and
accelerating.
As gunshots rang out about him, Keto whimpering, sprinting along
the corridors for all he was worth.
"All this just so I can see Chrysler killed!" he gasped, skidding
round a corner, "Can it be worth it?"
-- Minutes Later, On The Red Dwarf Promenade --
BD-Jay, glanced backwards, checking his footing. His double was
approaching, an evil glint in his eye, backing Jay towards the
promenade shops.
There was the sound of running feet above them, on the promenade
walkway. Briefly, both Jays looked up.
Keto shot over the walkway, shots and security team following him.
Jay (both of them) frowned slightly as Keto's yell drifted down to
them:
"You better make this look good, Chryslers!"
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OOC: I trust you will. ;)