The flames spurted from every burned circuit and fuel line in the corridor. Peppy and Falco were barely able to avoid the mushrooming cloud.
"That was close!" exclaimed Peppy.
"We gotta put this fire out," said Falco, "put those guys in the hangar airlock, where they'll be safe."
Peppy did as he was told and towed Fox and Slippy over to the airlock. Prying the door open with his hands, he threw the two in, and shut the door with the emergency handle.
"Got 'em?" inquired the avian.
"Yep. Let's get this thing put out!" Peppy replied.
They kicked down the corridor, dodging fiery blasts and choking on the dense acrid smoke.
"Atmosphere toxicity at thirty-five percent," sounded the warning system. Peppy choked a little, and Falco began to cough continuously.
"Gotta…get to the suit…locker…" he wheezed. They proceeded to do this, and within fifteen minutes, hand donned their suits and were back with a vengeance.
Grasping a wall panel, Falco ripped it off and used his combat knife to cut through an auto-extinguisher line. It sprayed the invisible Halo-Carbonate gas which quickly snuffed the flames down most of the hall. Farther along, Falco ruptured another line, and let the gas flow out, killing off most of the remaining flames.
So this continued, the flames slowly dying, until finally, the pair heard from the warning system, "All fires extinguished." They sighed out of relief, and smiled at each other until Peppy said,
"What about that's invaded the ship." A frown crossed both their faces.