12:00!

<SNIP>
Keto, keeping an eye on the retreating forms of Tara and Chris, and
another eye open for any more strange scuttling things, knelt down
and began to plant the plastic explosive he had brought with him on
one of the main supporting struts of the ram scoop.
<END SNIP>
Who:Smith,Holly,TBs,everybody outside
Where:Outside and Inside Blue Dwarf
When:Now
Smith watched in horror through his conveniently placed spy camera.
Sure Keto had never been amazingly nice to him, but a terrorist? How
unnerving that such a potential security risk had eluded him for so
long. No matter, the TB's could handle everything...
"Attention all T.I.N.Y.B.U.G.G.E.R.S.I.B.U.I.L.T.A.W.H.I.L.E.A.G.O.!
This is John Smith, your glorious leader! The man with a gun,
plastic explosives(and a strong scent of lotion) is a security risk
and must be eliminated. Come forth, and attack!"
All over the ship's hull, hundreds of thousands of tiny buggers
raised their pinchers, shouted a silent war cry (12:00,12:00,12:00!)
and scuttled towards Charles Keto.