*ACTION* Flying the coop

Who:- Jay, Phil, Mini-Phil
Where:- Whats left of Stellar Cartography.
"Do you have to do that here?!" Jay asked Phil, looking up from his stacks
upon stacks of star-charts and various navigation tools. Phil didn't reply,
just fed Mini=Phil another mixture of barbeeque flavour beans and his
home-made batch of "Philsbrau" lager. "Now...." he muttered "try again..."
he steppedback, and fastened his safety goggles to his face as Mini-Phil let
out a resounding fart, echoing arouns the Stellar cartography lab and
resounding around the navigation decks corridors.
"PHIL FOR THE LOVE OF SMEG GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THAT!!!"
"Why?!"
"Because I'm trying to work!!! And I can't do it with that...THING!" he
waved an arm at Mini-Phil at this point "Stinkin' up the place!"
"Look!" Phil pointed out "I'm trying to develop a means of manouvering the
ship, under direct orders from the captain, who happens to be your wife,
Where ELSE do you suggest I do it than navigation?!"
"engineering?!"
"engineering has F'#king great hole in the side of it!!"
"Well anywhere but here!, oh dear god he's farted on the scanner-scope...."
"EEEEEEEEE!"
"So how you coming along anyway?!" Phil asked
"Well, I've found an inhabited planet a few hours shuttle flight from here,
and a few others within a few days flight"
"Cool!"
"Yeah, but by the time weve been there and back in the shuttles the 'Dwarf
will be so deep in the heart of Bug space."
"Not cool."
"No but if I can......"
Jay's sentence was interuppted by Alota's voice coming over the loudspeakers
"RED ALERT!!! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!!"
Phil dived across the desk on which Jay was working, scatering his star
charts and tools everywhere and reached for the wall-mounted comm unit.
"Whats happening captain?!"
"Were under attack!" Alota replied "From the hymenoptera, they're not too
pleased about us dropping by uninvited!"
"Alota, with all due respect battle staations aren't gonna help us" Phil
said "We're in no condition to fight..."
"Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpp" said Mini-Phils backside
"Although...we are well armed..."
"What do you suggest?"
"We evacuate!"
"You heard the man Jay...." Alota said trailing off.
Jay nodded and reahced for the comm.
"CHRYSLER TO ALL PILOTS, PREPARE FOR OPERATION: ARK!, Dean prep the Raven,
everyone else get the starbugs fired up!"
At this point Alota's voice came over the internal comm
"ALL HANDS...Abandon ship....."