Pursuit? What the Smeg?

"Lay in a pursuit corse, fix that windscreen and soimeone send the cleaning droids up here...there's still brain matter all over the place up here..."
"You seriously expect me to do ALL that?"
"I could send the midget to help you if you like?"
"I'm right on it......."
<END SNIP>
As the cleaning droids started cleaning up the matter, Dean started on setting in a pursuit course...
"Um..." Dean picked up the comm, then put it down. He didn't think now would be a good time to call Phil. Instead he wandered back to Alota.
"Um..ma'am."
"Yes Dean?" said Alota.
"Phil wanted me to set in a pursuit course to the Death Jarette..."
"Well?" she cut him off, "Why haven't you?"
"They're embedded in the front of the Raven. In fact, if you look to the left of MP's head, you can see where they're blowtorching through the hull."
"They're WHAT?" Alota yelled. "GET EVERYONE A BAZOOKOID AND GET IN HERE! DEAN! GET PHIL UP HERE!"
"Yes ma'am."
 
<meanwhile>
"Young lady...you and me need to have a few words..."
Phil's comm beeped. He sighed.
"Dean? What do you want?"
"Alota wants you up here NOW!"
"But, I'm trying to arrest my own daughter! That's hard enough..."
"It's harder when you're dead! Cerebrum's personal guard is about to blowtorch their way into the Raven!"
 
Dean "Oh Damn, I just got this ship" Thomas