Raven, Parrotts, and fond, fond memories...

Dean woke up in the Raven. His head throbbing with every noise. Smeg, this was a bad hangover, the noise of footsteps and general skutter movement in the shuttlebay sounded like a pitched gun-battle to Dean's addled brain.
 
He opened the Raven's hatchway. Outside there was a pitched gun-battle. Dean shut the hatchway and locked it. 'Well, that's the noise problem sorted anyway' thought Dean, but then a more intriguing thought hit him. He didn't ahve a hangover, this was probably the first time since Jasmine's death that he'd managed to go to slep without vast quantities of alcohol. Things were looking up!
 
Then he remembered the pitched gun-battle. The memory was somewhat jogged by a bloodied pirate corpse hitting the cockpit of the Raven and leaving a smear of blood across the windshield. As he sat down in the pilot's chair and put on the windscreen washers and wipers, he suddenly realised that the pirates were already aboard the ship. Then he remembered that last time he'd fought pirates he'd ended up exchanigng shots in Parrotts bar with a half-crazed Jay Chrysler, and lost. Things were looking down again.
 
Dean set the Raven's huge engines into motion, accidentally wiping out 5 pirates and 3 BD crewmembers in the down-draft. He called Jay over the radio. "Jay? What the smeg is going on?"
 
Jay was currently crouching behind a table in Parrotts, a table which was rapidly diminishing in both size and solidity. He was having disturbing flashbacks to when he had been fighting Dean in Parrotts. Dean was in the same situation as he was now, and Dean had lost. But then Dean was Dean, and he was Jay Chrysler. This self-congratulatoory mood was interrupted by a crackle over the radio and a crack from the table.
 
"Dean? Where the hell have you been?"
"Drunk, in the Raven. For about a month."
"Jasmine?"
"Yeah. Anyway, more importantly, what is going on? I'm wiping dead pirate from my windshield."
"Well, basically..." said Jay, before rolling out from behind the table, shooting at some pirates and then realising he was without cover. "SMEG, SMEG, SMEG!" yelled Jay, leaping to his feet and sprinting for the bar and more cover.
"Basically smeg smeg smeg?" questioned Dean from the safety of the Raven's cabin. "You do realise that that sentence makes very little grammatical sense?"
"Being shot at by pirates in Parrotts Deano!" yelled Jay as he crouched behind the bar.
"The memories come flooding back. " said Dean,
"Yeah, only this time I'm on the right side!" said Jay, shooting a pirate in the crotch.
"Well, that's nice to hear. Anyhow, I'm going to take the Raven outside, see what's going on out there, ok?"
"What? Get back here? We need all hands! Besides, if we don't repel them soon, we'll need to evacuate, and we'll need the Raven for that too. Get your ass into Parrotts! NOW!"
"Aye, aye sir." said Dean, "I'll have to kill the smeggers here in the shuttlebay first though."
"Well, no rush." said Jay, sarcastically, as part of the bar near him shattered into oblivion...
 
Dean "He's Back!" Thomas
 
P.S. Apologies for the absence one and all, but I'm back now!