Interesting

Who: Dr Cerebrum
Where: On board the Hymnoptera Prison ship, from which it would have
been nice to have been retrieved from before the Blue Dwarf left the
region
When: Now
"According to this PDA," Cerebrum said. "It would appear that the
Blue Dwarf has left this praticular region of space."
"Meaning?" asked one of the Smiths.
"Well, in technical terms," replied Cerebrum. "It means we're
screwed six ways to Sunday."
"Are you sure there's nothing we can do?"
"Nothing, unless a great act of Deus Ex Machine should occur."
"Hey," shouted one of the marines. "I just found a light speed
accelerator launch gun that should have us back in friendly
territory in thirty seconds, along with enough inertial compensators
that should ensure we all survive the acceleration."
"Superb, let's roll," stated Cerebrum.
A few minutes later, and they were away from the Hymnoptera. Now,
the intersting thing about light speed accelerator launch guns is
that while they're very good at getting a large number of ships to
an area very quickly, they're not very good at getting those ships
to a specific location.
Like large darts, the shuttles slammed into the right side of the
Blue Dwarf, neatly putting about fifty holes in the side of the
ship. Fortunately, the shuttles filled the holes neatly. Cerebrum's
shuttle slammed into the drive room.
As the marines from all over the ship headed back to their main
transport ships docked in the docking bays, Cerebrum clambered out
of the front window of his shuttle into the drive room. "Well, any
landing you can walk away from."
"Jones has two broken legs," reported one of the rescued ASS agents.
"Any landing you can crawl away from," said Cerebrum smoothly, then
tossed a slip of paper of the pilot's seat.
"What's that?" asked Smith.
"A copy of Dean's pilot license. I'm not getting the blame for this."