Not this time

"Guard yourself, Keto," Cerebrum snapped, as he went about his duty of
guarding the most important individual on the ship so that the specified
individual could go about developing a cure for the ailments that infected
the crew. "I'm abandoning ship."
"Excuse me, Dr Cerebrum?" a man asked stepping up to the two doctors.
"Yah, that's me," Cerebrum said, turning to face the man.
"I'm from the construction crew, we just finished the work on your offices.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go abandon the ship."
Cerebrum paused in mid stride, and started mentally counting. "This will
make seventeen. I'm not losing my investment this time," he snarled, then
ran off into the elevator, while shouting into his cell phone. "All mimes,
report to psychiatric offices immediately! ASAP!"
A short while later. "Not this time," Cerebrum repeated, from behind his
desk, to the king of the Mimes. "I've spent too much time and money on these
offices to lose 'em again. But I'm not going to sacrifice my life either.
I've got a plan."
Cerebrum pushed a button on his desk, marked contingency plan 4643-E. There
were a hell of a lot of buttons on Cerebrum's desk, and no room for anything
else.
With a brief series of thumps, explosives bolts blew away part of the Blue
Dwarf's hull as the doors to the psychiatric offices sealed shut. And, with
a roar, several starbug engines fired. Their presence would probably prove
to be a nasty surprise to some pilots, who tended to unreasonably demand
that the engines be attached to the back of their ships and hooked up to the
controls in their cockpits. There was just no pleasing some people.
The suite of psychiatric offices slowly and gracefully flew away from the
Blue Dwarf.