After a week's break

OOC- Sorry I haven't been posting to keep the story going. I went out
of town for a week, and the computer that I planned on using to get
online with wasn't up to it. So, I've had to sit about 1,000 miles
away from my PC and wonder what's been happening on the BD the whole
time. This will start things rolling to wrap it up.
RPG
Despite the fact the fact that there had been riots and a communist
uprising, Vinny Soprano was still going on stage. It had taken almost
a week's worth of slave labor to get the stage up to the singer's
liking, but there it was. The former communist scutters guarded the
door to the cargo bay as the crew was marched in for the perfomance.
The doors shut and locked. The lights went dim. A small drum roll
played throughout the blackness as a voice echoed throughout the room.
"Lady's and gentlemen, the Blue Dwarf is proud to announce the
greatest perfomer to ever grace the Las Vegas strip: VINNY SOPRANO!!!!!"
Vinny walked out in his studded suit and cigar in hand. The crowd was
silent. A sign flashed from above the stage that read, "APPLAUSE." A
few people clapped thier hands. Vinny was not happy with this
response. A new message appeared on the sign, "OR DIE!" The crowed
erupted in nervous clapping. "Thank you! Thank you!" Vinny called
out to his captive audience before breaking out into song. "When the
moon hits your eye, like a bigga pizza pie, that's amoure."
"We've got to do something," D2 said to Dren.
"You're right," Dren replied. "This guy is way off key."
"Not that, moron. We've nearing the gravitational field off a black
hole. Once caught in it, there's no escape for the Blue Dwarf. We'll
all be spaghettified."
"Yeah. Plus, that's really Dirk in there. We've got to find a way to
get him out."
"I might have a plan," D2 said as he pulled Dren through the crowd
over to Phil in the corner. "Phil, I might have a plan to get us out
of this."
"What's that?" Phil asked while trying to work out his own delimas.
"This Vinny guy needs to concentrate to control the ship. Haven't you
noticed that when he gets angry, the ship shakes. I'm sure that means
that Holly was trying to take it over again." D2 scanned the area to
make sure that none of the scutters were near. "Now, if we can
destract him, maybe we can gain control of the ship long enough to
steer it away from the black hole."
"Yes," Phil began to ponder. "That just might work. If we can get
some people on the navigation computer and the engines, we might be
able to pull it off."
"We'll also need someone on lifesupport and the forward scoop to make
sure that those aren't terminated in the process. If anything hits us
while the scoop doesn't work, we're dead."
"What about the destraction?" Phil asked.
"Leave that to me," Dren said.
"Let's see if we can get someone else to help us with the ship's
systems," Phil said.
(OOC-anyone who wants to help out, just post your volunteering)
About half and hour later, Vinny was in the middle of "My Way" when
Dren stepped out onto the stage. "Now who in the hell are you?"
Vinny demanded.
Dren, decked out in a thick collared rhinestone jacket with no shirt
underneath, thick glittering sunglasses, and gold chains and diamond
rings, combed his pampadore. "I'm the best performer on the Blue
Dwarf," he responed with a few over-exaggerated karate kicks and chops
in the air. "Some might say, I'm the King."