Cubie's not-so-great escape

Who: Cubie and the Mad Scutters
Where: The passageway not far from the Richards' quarters
When: Right after the spat
Cubie sprinted down the corridor, just ahead of the revenge-seeking
scutters. "I tell you that wasn't me!!"
>Crack!<
Cubie yelped and dove left through a closed door. Being holographic,
she passed through it without effort. Several holowhips flailed in after
her, then she heard several klunking sounds.
Apparently the scutters had forgotten that while Cubie and the
holowhips could travel through bulkheads, they were still corporeal, and
therefore stymied. After a few half-hearted cracks, they realized that they
were being summoned by Lenin for The Showdown (tm). They turned and raced
off to add to the mayhem at the concert. Two of them held up lighters as
they went.
Cubie stuck her head through the door and looked around, ensuring they
were gone before retreating to the empty quarters to plan her next move.
She was immensely embarrassed by the fact that the scutters had chased her
past several perfectly good doors. She was losing her edge by traveling
with Zack. She'd grown used to restricting herself to his limitations.
Ah, the things she did for love.
Speaking of which, where WAS Zack? She was miffed that he wasn't
hanging around trying to mooch up to her. That he'd actually gone away
instead of trying to wheedle his way back into her good graces bothered her.
"Holly, where's Zack?"
Holly appeared. "What - do I look like a personnel locator?"
Cubie cocked an eyebrow. "You ARE the personnel locator!"
Holly sulked. "Maybe so, but that doesn't mean you have to treat me
like a simple machine. I've got the IQ of 2400 scutter salesmen."
Cubie nodded patiently. "Fine. Sorry. So . . . how are you?"
Holly looked even glummer. "Like you care. You're just trying to
butter me up so you can find out where Zack is."
Cubie nodded. "Got it in one, Holly."
Holly sighed. "Well, at least you're honest about it. He's in the
brig."
"The BRIG?!"
Holly nodded soberly. "Shoplifting usually gets you room and board
down there."
Cubie transported herself to the brig. Spotting Tom, she smiled. "I'd
like to see my husband, please."
<Tag>
~Cubie~