The Flying Doctors (Oh Come On)

Who: Keto, Cerebrum, pilots in grave danger
Where: Outside the Dwarf, in a crimson Starbug
When: During the crimson alert (so sorry)
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-- SNIP --
"The Red Baron flies again! Now, have you got any idea which one of
these things is the steering wheel? I haven't flown since World War
I, so I'm a bit rusty on the controls of these new-fangled space
craft. Shouldn't be too hard," he commented, as he confidently set
the red Starbug on a collision course with Kara's craft.
-- END SNIP --
"Cerebrum, you might want to change your course about now..."
advised Keto, noticing their current heading and what it would
currently intercept.
"Why would my cerebrum want to change its course?" asked Manfred
von Richthofen, frowning as he turned to peer bemusedly at his
navigator, "Are you feeling all right?"
With remarkable rapidity Keto's survival instinct, honed slightly
after being pressured for a week, leapt into action.
"Enemy craft at six o'clock!" he snapped quickly, "Dive! Dive!"
Ancient years of instinct caused Richthofen to not even glance
behind them at the warning...which was useful, because Keto knew
perfectly well that all that lay behind them was the Dwarf. Instead,
the expert pilot pushed the joystick forward as far as it would go.
Inertia caused Keto to fly up out of his seat and smack his head on
the top of cockpit. Coming back down again with a series of curses,
he suddenly realised the mild error he made. Baron von Richthofen
had performed a complete 180 degree dive, with the result that they
were now heading directly back towards the massive hull of the Blue
Dwarf, with the battling fleets behind them.
"Ah," murmured Keto as the gigantic ship loomed, "Out of the frying
pan..."
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OOC: Tag!