Toasties, Crashes, and Spatulas...

"What say we head back and pick up a fighter Mini-Phil?" Jay asked "Looks like our guys could use a hand..."
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Dean had backed away from actually invading the Death Jar, he had decided that, well, it was dangerous. Instead he gotten back into the Raven and was still familiarising himself with it's systems and controls.
 
He hit the "main door open" button, and the large hatch on the side of the raven scrolled upwards, revealing the inside of the aircraft. Just then he flew in front of the rupturing Death Jar, just as Jay sped up.
 
Fortunately, Jay was headed for the door.
 
Unfortunately, the door was on a moving spacecraft.
 
"Dude." said Dean, 5 minutes later.
"What?" said Jay groggily.
"Next time you hit my spacecraft, don't get thrown around your cockpit and hit the super-reheat button. It just makes things worse."
Jay sat up. He was in the central room of the Raven. The EVE 1 was in one corner, quietly smoking. On one side of the hull, an EVE1 shaped indentation in the hull was visible.
"How.." started Jay.
"Spatula." said Dean, "Toastie?"
"Depends."
"I cleaned it."
"Oh go on then." Dean threw him a toastie. "I must say though." said Jay, "I think it says something for the hull if it withstood the impact of the EVE1 on super-reheat."
"Yeah. It's some kind of alloy." said Dean.
"Wow, thanks man. Useful." said Jay threw a mouthful of toastie.
"Well, I don't know! I'm going to get WD-40 to analyse it when we get back."
"Hang on." said Jay, his senses now coming back. "I take it we're not moving?"
"Of course not, I can't adminster toasties AND fly the ship at the same time."
"So we're stopped in the middle of a warzone."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" MP came running through from the cockpit, his Darth helmet with a big dent in the top.
"Yeah." said Dean, "I left him watching the scope, so if anything comes too close he'd alert us."
MP jumped up and down and waved his arms around.
"So, when he tries to alert us, we'll know."
"Dean, he's doing that now you know?"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" MP nodded.
"Nonsense." said Dean, "he's dancing!"
"Dancing?" Jay's eyebrows hit his hairline.
"Well, maybe not." said Dean turning and heading posthaste for the cockpit. He stopped. "Oh, yeah, where were you guys headed when you hit me?"
"I hit you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, alright, this once I did."
"Anyway...?" said Dean, still wanting an answer.
"We were going to grab a fighter and join in the melee."
"Fair enough." said Dean, getting into the pilot's chair, and putting the Raven into gear. "BD here we come."
Dean pushed the throttles all the way to the front. The ship shuddered."Sorry, sorry, handbrake."
Dean took it off, and the ship went flying backwards.
"Sorry, sorry. Wrong gear."
Dean wrenched the ship into gear, and it started off towards the BD to dump it's cargo of 1 pilot and 1 pervert...
 
Dean "Toastie?" Thomas
<OOC: Yup, I'm back from the holidays>