"No, no please."
"Believe me, this is the safest place you'll be." Ryeback sighed as he shoved Tate into the locker.
Immediately she began to bang on the door. "NO PLEASE, LET ME OUT, PLEASE!" Her racket attracted Madeline who arrived in time to see Ryeback sigh and open the locker.
"Do you understand what's going to happen if somebody hears you?" He asked. "They're gonna come and try to kill both of us." He shut the door again and again she started screaming again.
"Oh let her out chief." Madeline huffed and pushed past him, opening the door.
Tate stared at her. "Hi." She said after a moment.
"Hi." Madeline replied, unsure of what else to say. She gave Tate a once over, her eyes trailing down and then up again. The actress only had a naval jacket to cover her rather nude appearance. Snapping herself out of it, she grabbed her by the arm and hauled out, taking her down the hall. "You'll need some clothes." was all she said.
A few minutes later, Madeline was helping Tate with the finishing touches on her own dress whites. "You get one stain on these and you're dead." The ship's personification growled. Tate gulped and Madeline grinned. "Kidding, mostly." She added. "But I was right, you and I are about the same size. Shirt's a little bit tight in the front though."
"Well excuse me if I don't have boobs like yours miss Tit-zera." Tate replied.
Both started at a commotion outside. There was the sounds of gunshots then silence.
"Ladies!" Ryeback interrupted, opening the hatch. "You're both beautiful now can we please get a move on before somebody comes down here to investigate."
"Though I'm the senior officer chief I agree. We need to move." Madeline replied, stepping out into the hallway. She eyed one of the dead men, his face smashed in. "You really aren't a cook are you?" She asked.
"That's classified ma'am." He replied and led the way down the hall. Sighing in partial annoyance, Madeline followed. "Come on pollywag, let's go." She called to Tate who stiffened and raced after the pair.
...
Madeline led them to a storage locker which was surprisingly unguarded. "Krill must be using all his men to build whatever he's building down below." She said as with effortless ease she broke the lock on the door and pushed it open.
"How did you do that?" Tate asked, wide-eyed.
"Classified." Madeline answered crisply. She picked up three assault rifles, tossing one to each of her companions. "Alright Pollywag, here's how it goes down. If you're gonna travel with us you need to be invisible. If you walk by a hatch and see the enemy you become the hatch. This is an MP-5 assault rifle. There's a selector switch on it. One is for the automatic, one is semi-automatic. Definition of semi-automatic is when you need to press the trigger one round will go off. That's what I'm gonna give you. I want you to spend one round at a time. Okay?" Tate nodded.
"Alright, lubbers, let's go." She said.
...
"Beep, beep, beep. BOOOM!" Madeline's timed microwave bomber went off and a level below the galley, the battleship grinned.
"Was that your handiwork?" Ryeback asked behind her.
Without pausing in her stride, she replied "Don't you know cook? You aren't supposed to enter the chow line until the food's ready."
"I think I could grow to like you." Ryeback replied and she chuckled. Tate just stared at the pair with eyes as wide as saucers. "What mess have I gotten myself into?" She asked herself.