A lil' intruder, alcohol, and a Whodunnit.

Jay threw his arm around her and pulled her toward him so her head was resting on his chest. "I just hope Phil and Tara see it the same way.." he said.
"Phil's a department head too, he'll understand""I'm hoping the ONLY thing he'll understand isn't the trigger of a bazookoid....."
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Just then the door buzzed again.
"Who is it?" said Jay, from the sofa."It's Dean. And there's no need to shout."
"Come in." said Jay, and Alota removed her head from Jay's torso.
 
"What do you want?"
"Is it correct that you've just fired Amber?" asked Dean
"I believe, "removed from active service" is the correct term." said Alota.
"But why? There are thousands of disciplinary procedures availible, why that one? She's a good pilot..."
"On this ship that isn't hard..." murmered Alota
"And we need them." he finished.
"Look, it was the most sensible course of action..." strated Jay, before the door buzzed again, and then was blown off it's hinges, throwing Dean to the floor. Dean's exclamation of "SMEGGIN' HELL!" was obliterated by Phil stalking in.
"Jay, I'd like a word."
"How about, get this door off of me?" yelled Dean from under it. Alota obliged, helping Dean up.
Phil saw the can's of beer on the sofa, "You fire my daughter and then celebrate?"
"Phil, it's not like that man..."
"You fire my daughter for being a threat to you as the best pilot on the BD?"
"What?" said Jay
"Well, at least your safe." said Alota to Dean, aside from the main argument.
"Yeah....hey!" he said, suddenly realising the insult.
"I'm wanting an explanation..." Dean and Alota dragged their attention back to argument.
"Well, let me give you one." said Jay.
"Not here. I hear, however, that Olaf "12 inches" wants to talk to you Jay."
Dean shuddered, he'd ocne been shut in the brig with "12 inches" himself.
"Shouldn't we...?" Dean said, gesturing at the pair, who looked like they were preparing for the argument to become physical.
"Yes." said Alota, "I'll take my husband, you take Phil."
"What? Are you nuts? He'll kill me."
Alota just looked at him.
"That was your fond hope wasn't it, alright. On the count of 3 then."
"1, 2, 3..." said Alota, and the 2 lunged across the quarters, slamming into the pair. Phil's bazookoid went off, and somebody screamed.
 
Dean "Whodunnit" Thomas
 
<OOC: Well, not who done it,a s it was Phil's bazookoid, more sort of a "ooh, what got hit - it" - but it's just not got the same ring to it has it?>