Canazza's adventures in P.D.

Where: Somewhere on the ship
When: The corridor lights indicate it's afternoon, but they never seem to change...
Who: Ensign Dave Canazza
The corridor was far from deserted, people bustled to and fro, hurridly going about their work, many panicing, not surprising on this ship. Infact, it'd be surprising if no-one was panicing.
Surprisingly, Canazza isn't...
He's too busy mopping to be panicing. He's busy mopping up a huge smeer of oil that's been trailed along the ground, he's been following it now for 5 hours, with no sign of it ending.
As he continues to mop, he curses the stupid skutter who stupidly got sucked into his really-super-cool-ultra-powered-dust-devil and then went sailing off into space in the dustbag.
He sighs in relief when the trail ends. He looks up to take note of his surroundings. The huge roof of a disused hanger bay looms ominously above him, one single light is still operating on it, and visibility is low.
He steps in the door, mop in hand, and ventures forth into the murk. There is a hissing sound coming from the massive doors, which seems to have a rather large hole in it, partially blocked by rigging that's fallen into it. It still smouldering from whatever puntured it, it must be recent.
"this doesn't look good" he said in his Strong Glaswegien accent, "not good at all."
There is a louder, shorter hiss that sends a shiver down his spine. The one light on the roof is blotted out and a large shadow passes over it. Canazza follows it with his eyes, it stops on a platform above the door he came in.
His eyes are hurt by the sudden light of the entrance , he sees, standing 10 foot tall, is a giant, hairy, dribbling horrific -
Canazza's eyes adjust to the light, A mechanoid with a jetpack stands there, chest light beaming down, standing on the platform, he's holding a toolbox. The mech pushes a button and rises up with a hiss as the jetpack flared. He landed infront of Canazza, tilted it's head and said:
"Goodness me, crew members are not allowed in here, All the air is escaping"
"Sorry," canazza apologised, "I was just cleaning... Punishement detail"
"oh dear. You had better leave, that rigging won't hold up any longer"
"May i ask what happened?"
"Rouge comet, stupid things, we have plenty of ice on board as it is..."
Canazza walked out, turning back to see the mechanoid following him, trailing oil from a broken joint, "You forgot your mop", he said, handing it over...