RandomCommander
"Well... about that..."
A Fruitfish crew member standing by the door of the array room steps in, using fin-recognition to remove a panel from the device. Its internals are mangled beyond recognition and the area surrounding the torn up wires is covered in confetti and spilled mango juice. The thing crackles and bursts into flames...
"Yeah... well on the bright side, you made it work for a couple minutes... WELL SWEET LORD JABBA, WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS?"
He shouts, dashing to the door's opening to set up a barrier.
"Well... maybe this sacred chant will hold them off for some time?"
"Flubber dubber whischfischglisch blblblblblblblblblblbllblblblblblblblblblblblblblblblblbllbblbllbbllbllb... hnnnue!."
The l's and b's roll off his tongue at incredible speeds, a common skill found in Fruitfish who speak fluent Mangofish. The moment he finishes the spell with a sealing word, a translucent, golden barrier forms around the ship's doors, holding them shut for some time.
"Now get to another room before the sealing is complete... would you like to be stuck in an array room?"
He reaches his massive fin out, forming a hole in the door to a safer room. Unfortunately, the usage of mangofish magic has its downsides, which becomes clear when he loses some of his holy fat...
"I'll be fine... I'll be fine..."
Meanwhile...
The sleeping pilot wakes up drooling on the control panel, accidentally setting the ship on autopilot and ripping out the button. Unfortunately, the autopilot had been tampered with during the party, causing the "Party Bus" to set all its power to forward thrust...