"Remember the Orlando's greeting party? When they fled, I picked up one of their sidearms and panic-fired a couple of shots at the Goose. I didn't hit it, it was more so to scare it away."
Failing to mention that he was screaming at the top of his lungs when this event happened, Scotty didn't want to appear like a little wuss in front of Seabourne. A long while ago, Scotty decided to keep that, and the fact he broke the main viewer, all to himself.
"Perhaps there's something close by that could startle it enough to get out of our way."
Rooms 309 to 311 were positioned between the two men and the Goose. Scotty sees the door to 311 was slightly cracked open, and forces it to one side. To both of their surprise, the room was full of plates laden with cake, streamers across the walls and an assortment of glitter between the fibers of the carpet. A curved sign with the words "Happy Birthday Bethany" was hung up on the back wall.
"This... is not what I was expecting, lad. Orbital doesn't pull their punches with crew parties, aye?"
Remembering his time with the Goose, loud bangs did get the Goose to retreat. Scotty rummages through the storage compartments to find something that could have the same effect. With draws pulled out and cabinets wide open, Scotty returns to Seabourne with two handfuls of party poppers. Scotty chuckles and hands one bunch to Seabourne..
"Aim them at the Goose, and pop them on the count of three, lad?"
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