RPGs, Ravens, Aerons, Doors and Parking Tickets

'I said id race you, winner claims ownership of The Endymion, the other is forced to run naked through the shopping district during rush hour!'The Aeron commander stared at Keats, than began to laugh.'Boy, i hope your not modest!'<END SNIP>
"I'll adjudicate." said Dean, coming over. "The Raven's not really designed for racing." he added as way of explanation.
"It's only right," said the Air Commander, "That there is an Aeron onboard as well, to ensure fair judgement."
"Fair call." said Dean, "Select one. Mine's the big blue ship outside, I'll go and warm her up and meet your representative there. Anyone else competing?" This last he shouted to the room in whole.
A few nods and a few shakes. "Right, if you aren't competing, you can spectate. Either from your own craft or the Raven. I'll be outside."
Dean left the room. Then re-entered the room from the store cupboard and exited via the exit door.
 
<ONBOARD THE RAVEN>
Dean came in form outside, ripping up the parking ticket. "Gits." he muttered, before hearing someone shouting "Dean?"
Depositing the ticket in the bin, Dean stuck his head round the open hatchway of his craft. "Hello?"
"This is the representative." said Rio Lomaz
"Why Thank-you. Hello sir." said Dean, striding down the gangway to the Aeron.
"Hello sir." said the Aeron, pointing to his badge of rank. The same as Dean.
"Sucks huh?"
"Yup." replied the Aeron. "I'm Bubba."
"Well, Bubba." said Dean, successfully managing not to snigger, "I'm Dean. Let's go shall we. I've set the camera feeds up."
"Camera feeds?"
"We'll only make the key points of the course in this ship, but it's suitable to watch the twiddly bits on these cameras attached to their ships, and a few on the other pilot who are spectating."
"Ah. I see." said Bubba the Aeron.
"Well, shall we lift off?"
"Let's do that."
The ramp retracted, the rotors spun up and the Raven lifted herself up off the floor, before heading off to the agreed starting position.
 
Keats could be seen in his craft, idly flicking the radio switches, trying to find something other then country & western.
"You call yourselves advanced?" Dean asked Bubba, as the Air Force Commander came up alongside.
"Well, technologically..." started Bubba, before being interrupted:
"Technology doesn't make good music. And before you retort, let's get this show on the road. Sir, Keats, can you both hear me?"
"Yes Dean."
"Roger Raven One." came back over the intercom from both pilots.
"Alright, your online computers have the route. We will be observing from key positions as well as adjudicating at the finish line. Copy?"
"Rogeo Dean."
"Roger Raven One."
"Please switch on your cameras. Thank you sir, Keats? Thank you. Right, well, let's go shall we? Bubba?"
Bubba leaned over the intercom. "5, 4, 3..."
"CEREBRUM?" Dean's strangled cry interrupted the countdown. "What on Io are you doing on my ship? I thought all the sightseers had gotten off!"
"They didn't."
Bubba glared at Dean.
"Well, you're stuck now. Sorry Bubba, restart the countdown."
"5,4,3,2,1, GO!"
The ships leapt off from the startline and disappeared round the first corner in perfect unison.
"Right." said Cerebrum, "I'd like to visit these places."
"Tough, we're going to Point One." said Dean, swinging the stick around and the Raven performed an admirable turn and headed, nose down, for the next point on the race."
Cerebrum pointed out the window, "Isn't that Jay?"
Dean looked out the window, "Where?" He grasped for his can of diet coke, missed and knocked it to the floor. It hit the catch of a cupboard on the way down, and the litter bin fell out on to the floor, before rolling about 5  - 6 feet away from the slowly spreading slick of coke.
"Blast." said Dean, "It is though." he returned his attention to the outside.
 
<ON THE ROOF TESTING BAY>
"Oh, I prefer it up here." said Jay.
Dante crouched, and prepared to loose a few RPGs with this gun he'd found. "I agree." He took aim, and depressed the trigger. Nothing happened.
"Isn't that the Raven?" asked Phil, coming out onto the roof.
"Where?" Dante swung round.
"There!" said Jay, pointing at it. Dante wheeled round to face it, gun still extended, when it finally went off.
 
<BACK IN THE RAVEN>
"They're firing on us! They're firing.." started Cerebrum, Dean pulled the stick back hard, and Cerebrum span round and fell half into a cupboard, his head and torso half in the cupboard, his lower half sticking out into the main section. Bubba, who hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, fell out of his chair, slipped on the coke, and fell, headfirst, into the litter bin.
Luckily the RPGs, which hadn't been properly aimed, fell short of their intended target.
Bubba extricated himself from the bin, and could be seen to be choking on the remnants of the parking ticket. Staggering round, he fell into the cupboard door which put pressure onto Cerebrum, steadily "dooring" him in half.  Luckily, Cerebrum's screams were blocked out by the noise of Bubba choking.
"Phew, that was close." said Dean, spinning his chair round to see the scene before him. Hurriedly, he tried to help Bubba, but his seatbelt jammed. "Oh come on!". Eventually it came free, and he rushed forward, in time to see Bubba slump back against the closed door of the cupboard.
"SMEG! I just killed an Aeron! CEREBRUM! I may need counseling! How you doing? You wnat me to get the first aid kit?"
 
Dean "Whoops, how to bugger up an away mission" Thomas
 
<OOC: There we go, I apologise it's so long.. it kinda, grew as I typed it, unsurprising really>