Avast! Scurvey Dogs!

[Jazen]

Shine had to admit; he had been having a lot of good days lately.

Shine had had good days before. Days where he got a job, headed to the destination, delivered whatever he was transporting and gotten out and paid, just like that. Or gone to a place, gotten what he needed to transport, delivered it and you get the rest. Getting in and out without a hitch was one of those things that made a day good, along with not getting shot at or beat up in a fight in the process of doing a job. Or the employer having a change of heart and Shine either ended up having to make his way to safety or losing his payment because of some silly little detail. But to have this many in succession was odd and yet welcome; lord knows he needed a break.

In a metaphoric sense, the sun was shining and the grass was green today, even though the sky was cloudy and the grass was a moderate brown when he'd left Alderaan. And the reasoning for his cheerful mood found purchase in several examples. Since leaving Tatooine after the Jaemus run, Shine had run into nothing but good luck. The Cat had been battered something good after that job, but after making repairs to get her functional again, Shine had headed towards the Core Worlds, his first stop being the very place he got her; Kuat. Shine knew the Cat would need some serious upgrading in case a job like that ever came along again, so his purpose had been to use his newly acquired funds to put in for a remodel.

But not even Shine could have guessed he'd run into someone he knew from his past, let alone find out that that person ran his own repair yard. Running into Wan, his former mentor back from Corellia, had been a very pleasant surprise. Drinks had been had, what they had been doing since Shine had left swapped and then talk over what they planned for the future. Seeing Wan again, to see that the old man, who had lost his legs that terrible day, didn't hold anything against him...it made Shine happier then he'd been in a while. To Shine's delight, Wan offered to work over the Cat for a fairly "decent" price, at least compared to what other places would charge for such an endeavor. And he'd even thrown in some little things here and there, free of charge for his old ward. As such, the Cat was stronger, faster and running more smoothly then she ever had before; it almost brought a tear to his eye.

The other reasons for his delightful mood were his newest companion and his last job. On Tatooine, Shine had run into Whiskey. The woman was stronger then anyone he'd ever run into before, no mean feat considering she was a woman and he'd run into strong folks before. On top of that, she was as natural a pilot as any he'd ever served with or seen in his life. Add in the fact that she was stunning to look at, likely had more skills then she would admit to him and that she seemed perfectly fine with the idea of working with him(and to his knowledge, not screwing him over), he had found an ideal copilot for his job. Not that Vis wasn't a treat but hey, all people need human companionship sooner or later. And their first job together had gone perfectly right.

No backstabbing, no rush to death or fleeing a group of personally hired bodyguards to "deal" with him so the employer didn't have to pay. Just a simple get the goods, deliver the goods, get paid, off to paradise and biscuits. Good lucks comes in threes they say and the ship, Whiskey and a perfect job fulfilled that perfectly. So Shine was in great mood and loving it. Okay, so that run in with a pirate on Farrfin who wouldn't keep his mouth shut about Whiskey had been annoying...but she'd put him in his place fast enough, as Shine did with his equally unruly friend. The man had promised to pay them back but by the time he likely woke up and limped home, they had been long gone.

Shine watched the dark space around him as he shot clear from the planet, heading to circle around the moon before launching into the black of space, then to the white light of lightspeed. True the job may have gone well, but Farrfin wasn't exactly known for being the nicest place to visit for a prolonged period of time; and he wanted his good luck to last. He wasn't going to chance that disappearing by testing his luck against the planet's reputation. Didn't he meet a Farghul before.....oh yes, when he met Vis, there had been a Farghul captain in attendance. Nice lady, considering where she came from. Whoops, his mind was drifting. Shaking his head, he spun in his seat and left the ship to its autopilot for a moment as he headed to the back to grab a bite.

Whiskey was no where to be seen at the moment, likely in her room or off in the back working or refreshing. Shrugging, he opened the storage device for the food, pulled out some leftover roast and started heating it up, whistling for a moment before shouting out to his new friend. "Hey Whiskey, you hungry? I'm heating up some roast if you want a bite or two?" The roast pinged that it was done a moment later, and grabbing a plate, he shuffled some of it onto it and called out again.

"It's in the heater if you want some, I'll be in the cockpit. Come join me whenever your free, will ya?" Moving back to his seat in the bridge, he sat back into the seat, leaning back and nibbling on a bit of the roast as he waited calmly for the ship to lock in the jump coordinates. Yep.....everything was peachy lately....wonder how long it would stay that way.

[Meira]

A small hand hit a timer, stopping a chrono from ticking away any more seconds. Honey colored eyes peered at the readout. Three seconds slower. Her jaw tightened, nose curling slightly in frustration. The RELIC was dead again, she'd been wondering about the cleanliness of her nails instead of focusing on her task. The chip's malfunctioning really was an inconvenience.

Sighing, Whiskey set the blaster pistol down on the floor and allowed her head to fall back on her bunk. Seated there on the floor, she stared at the ceiling of her small quarters for a few moments. The RELIC was slowly becoming more and more inactive, leaving her mind unbridaled. She did not like this fact. She was distracted by the smallest things, leaving it near impossible for her to concentrate on what she was doing.

She'd decided to take the copilot job with Shine Albatros to allow herself the time to determine what she wanted. But not being to remember ever wanting anything made such a decision far more difficult than she thought it should be. She had two options: to return, or not to. Two. Yes or no. This or that. There were times, most likely when the chip was functioning, that the answer was simple: return to Green Meadows. They would fix the problem, and she'd be rid of all the shortfalls that life without a RELIC posessed. But other times, she wondered at what she'd been missing. Not that she particularly wanted to be at the mercy of a brain that triggered hormones and neurotransmitters seemingly at random. But an inate curiosity within her wished to at least try to understand what "normal" people went through on a day-to-day basis.

As she and Shine Albatros took on and completed their first job in their business arrangement, she mentally studied the man and her own behavior. She noted the sensation of feeling tired and sluggish, something the RELIC never completely allowed. She took note of the lightness that piloting seemed to cause within her. But mostly, she studied her own frustration, as that was the most common sensation she felt when the RELIC was not working.

Her conclusions were still far from complete, but so far, the verdict was that she would return to Green Meadows when she felt she'd completed her 'study'.

"Hey Whiskey, you hungry? I'm heating up some roast if you want a bite or two?"

Shine Albatros' call brought her mind's attention to her own stomach, which growled and gurgled at the mention of food. Taking a breath, Whiskey raised her head and picked up her blaster. Standing, she holstered the weapon and picked up the rag and cleaning kit she'd purchased with her first pay. She stowed it away in her foot locker, which also housed the clothes she'd bought for herself. Aside from those things, Whiskey had saved the rest of her earnings, and so her room still held a spartan appearance of bare essentials.

She heard Shine Albatros pass her door on the way to the cockpit, then call out for her to join him there. Opening her door, she stepped from the room and glanced toward the cockpit where she saw the man settling down into the pilot's chair as she moved toward the galley.

Taking a plate, she served herself a small portion of the roast before retracing her steps and then entering the cockpit. She didn't speak to the man, but sat down in the copilot's chair, eating.

[Kella]

Juck Worth Jowels kicked his feet up on the table. Everyone 'round here just called him 'Cap'n'. He turned a short, fat cigar over in his wide, fat lips. Two hands laced behind his head, the other two hands resting on his adequate stomach. The picture of ease.

"Hey, Cap'n," wheezed a spindly, spidery thing, all claws and carapace and no meat. "There's... another ship... coming out... the kind of vessel... has the stuff we like...."

"Aye, 's at right?" Juck said. "Y'hear that, boys?" He got to his feet, "We gettin' us some loot t'nite!"

A round of cheers and delighted hisses filled the room, from every mis-matched moral cast-off. The light came from cigars and a few bare wire lights that lined the short, dark room. It was cluttered with bits of paper and wood, metal and crates, which vacillated between furnishings and refuse.

Light glinted off each pirate, as every one had an accessory -- be it cutlass or crustacean claw -- that could best be described as... pointy.

So the pirates stored, donning hats and strapping on belts, loading guns and hocking lougies. Cap'n Juck cracked his knuckles while donning a tri-cornered hat, then cracked his other knuckles while holstering four massive blaster pistols -- one for each hand.

He rolled the cigar to the other side of his mouth, arms crossed in front and held behind, and surveyed his crew.

"Ye readeh f'r some action? Man the boarding vessels!"

[kozeph]

"Yarhar har!" He laughed "Har! were be thinkin yuz going eh boy? har har!" The leathery hand reached out and pulled the shirt of the skinny Rodian, the lasted addition to big boss man cap Juck Worth crew of o'l ruffians and scumbags. The skinny rodian as always was under careful evaluation from first mate Kho-nay or better known among the boys as mister Spookums, the largest and the only one eyed Weequay anywhere in this little corner of the galaxy.

"Yuz missed a spot, tha good ol Cap'n doesn't like it when dis ere table is spotty, dis is good o'l sturdy Kriin-wood, very expensive yu see, dis haz sentimental value to the big boss" The Weequay gave a wide grim as he pulled the insectoid thingy closer. "h'en the good ol captain gets angry, I get to stomp squishy thingies, you betta pray I don't get to stomp, cuz it ain't pretty" Mr Spookums tossed back the skittish Rodian.

"We gettin' us some loot t'nite!"

Those words brought tears of joy to Spookums only eye, he rose up lifting his Wookiee bowcaster and roared like the rest of the crew. The Weequay was happy, maybe the petty fools would put up a fight and Mr Spookums could get the chance to use missy daisy.

"Ye readeh f'r some action? Man the boarding vessels!"

"Yuz heard the Capt'n on ye feet boyz time for sum Lootin!"

The six feet four tall Weequay walked over to his good boss man and pulled out the Wookiee blaster, he looked over at the Basilisk and gave him wide grim.

"Oooh Cap'n, me so exitet I could brin out me box of dakka" He said pointing at the box fool of weapons Mr. Spookums had collected over the years serving the good old boss man.

[Jazen]

Shine didn't even need to turn around to know Whiskey was coming. The best thing about having metal floors was that unless the person or person's were trying really hard, you'd always know someone was coming through the thick metallic thudding. And he already knew what her steps against the metal floor sounded like, a neat trick he'd picked up over the years. Good hearing, it saved his life more often then not. Among other things that it was useful for that is.

Shine was taking a bite of his roast when Whiskey slipped in beside him, taking the copilot's chair without a word. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at her, watching her for a moment in silence and no motion, before continuing to chew on his food. His eyes drifted to the stars, watching the still image of black with white dots with no end in front of him, admiring it. Farrfin's moon was slowly sliding into view, the Cat slowly cruising and drifting as her pilot attended to his needs towards it. The route they needed to take required they exited on the far side of the moon, which gave him time to eat. And talk.

Gulping down his latest bite, he finally turned his chair to face Whiskey, smiling. He had to admit, every time he saw her, he was astounded that he'd managed to convince he to join with him. Her looks alone would have had any man begging to assist her. Baring that, she had skills; flying and fighting clearly her best, though there was likely more he'd yet to see. She could have easily joined another group or made off on her own....but she joined him. Oh, and didn't kill him as soon as he let her on the ship. That was a bonus too. Her...odd reactions to things was something that had him at odds at times....but it was something minor that he could watch and wait on.

After all, if it was really a problem, it would make itself known sooner or late. Right?

"Well, that went swimmingly, thanks to you. I think I picked up more then a skilled companion on Tatooine; I think you double as a good luck charm. I should start taking you to when I play cards on Umgul or have to run a race to make some extra dollar. Half and half the profits of course.

He took a moment to let her ponder that, though he expected an answer in her usual manner. Which was direct and some times confused at his choice of words. Had she never heard of a play on words? Anyway, he waited that pause, then fielded the conversation again.

"So, after our first successful job as a pair, what do you think? Think sticking around and doing this for a while will work out for you? A steady pay and a roof over your head are at least given to you, till you figure out what direction you want your life to take. And I'll be honest, your company is..."

"Uh Shine...I think we have a problem."

The sound of his voice has Shine glancing down to its source, cutting him off mid sentence. Vis was there, tapping against his leg, his golden eyes drifting down to the little droid, who was sitting in between the two of them on the floor.. He was looking at something, then back to Shine, his whiskers changing to a light silver. He knew that look; something was bothering the little guy. He'd been with the droid long enough to start learning what the change of colors meant. Different emotions or feelings...something odd for a droid, but Shine had long since figured out that Vis was more then that. And silver meant worry, confusion. But what could it be?

Shine glanced at the board, trying to see what Vis saw. There was nothing there. Not on the radar, not on the displays, not in visual sight. Maybe Vis was just seeing things. Or wanted attention. Raising an eyebrow, Shine reached down and helped his friend up onto his lap, patting his head.

"I don't see how Vis. Maybe you need to recharge. Anyway, as I was saying Whiskey, I'm rather enjoying having you....."

Vis tapped him again and Shine glanced down to the droid, frowning. Again, Vis was watching the console, his whiskers starting to turn a dull shade of silver mixed with yellow. Yellow...yellow meant fear. He was scared of something? No, he was feeling something was wrong then...but again, what could it be? It was quiet, all the signs showed there was nothing there....frell, there wasn't even any other ships around to even begin to worry. Wait....no ships?

"Shine, I really think we're about to be in trouble. We may have company coming."

"I don't see how Vis, there's nothing there. Look, games are all well and good but there are times when..." And then he heard it. The beep of the radar. Shine turned his eyes back to the console, to the radar that was a moment ago dead and quiet. Now though...now there were several blips coming in fast. All in one direction. All towards them. His eyes shot to the stars, to the view port that was half moon now. And he saw one against its bright outline. Coming in fast. Too fast for a normal ship. Were they other smugglers or....The ping of a weapon's lock caught his attention and in no time flat, the keyed the shields and grabbed the controls.

"See, now they appear, like I thought. They must have been hiding...or had small bursts of speed to hide their ships from appearing for more then a second. I knew my photoreceptor's were not lying."

"I'll never doubt you again Vis. Whiskey dear, get to the manual gun control, top if you don't mind. Vis, take control of the bottom from here. We're about to have some unwanted guests and I'd hate to not have any surprises for them waiting. Double time, double time."

And with that, Shine's eyes went narrow and serious. The ships were coming in from every angle...but there was a gap in their formation. A very tight gap. "Guess its time to really put the new Cat through her paces. Hang on." And then he snapped the ship into a hard turn towards that gap.

[Meira]

Whiskey continued to eat in silence until Shine Albatros began to speak. He spoke of luck, refering to their first job she assumed. But she did not recognize such a fickle and baseless concept as luck. Luck implied that the efforts they put forth had not been sufficient, but she'd known that they were. There was nothing that occured during their job that had ever appeared to be beyond the scope of their control. Luck certainly had nothing to do with it.

"The gambling dens on Umgul are tightly controlled to ensure that none win unless those who preside over the events want them to. My presence there would not change that fact in any way that would benefit you." she said, before continuing to consume her meal.

Shine Albatros changed the subject then, asking her if she believed this arrangement would be beneficial to her. Whiskey set her plate down. It was empty now anyway.

"Shine Albatros, I do not understand why you continue with this line of questioning. I have stated that I intend to remain under your employ until I decide to leave. If I did not believe it to be benificial to me, I would not be here.

But Shine Albatros was speaking with the rodent-droid. She followed their eyes to the radar, which appeared to be blank. Shine began to speak again, but her eyes did not move from the radar. There was something... There. She saw it. The droid did as well, for it spoke up again.

Then they all saw it. Whiskey felt a sudden rush as her heart began to skip a faster cadence. Shine ordered her to a gun and her mind moved her body without conscious thought. the RELIC had kicked in and she was at the manual gun controls before she even completely realized she had moved.

Dawning a headset, she checked the comm and began to power up the guns. her eyes scanned the space around her viewport, searching for a visual confirmation of what they'd seen on the radar. She was strapping herself into the seat when she saw them, all of them. Shine Albatros called out and she braced herself as the ship was pushed into a tight turn. She brought the guns up, ready to put them to use as soon as the other ships were in range.

[Kella]

((Took a teeny bit of liberty here, PM me if you want different flow/details/anything. :3 You guys can totally elaborate on the shooting of the pods, but I didn't want to be redundant))

The other ship put up a valiant effort. Juck wasn't even sure what 'valiant' meant, but 'valiant effort' always meant 'they lost'.

Those were always the steps with the most presence, the ones where the felt the most like a pirate. The wide stance, the swagger, the rolling his cigar to the other side of his mouth before shouting out,

"Welcome to Cap'n Juck's new ship."

Like an explorer on a new world, he stood, as his pirate minions flowed around him, infecting the ship like an eager virus.

[kozeph]

Mr Spookums was given the signal, he rushed forward barely tripping once the doors open to the other shit. He didn't care how heroic a fight the ship had put up, all he knew that "hands up" meant not vaporizing the hell out who ever was unlucky enough to be onboard the ship. Everything mean't an instant green blast from Missy Daisy.

The hulkish Weequay was the first to get onto the enemy ship, but he was soon out ran by the smaller and faster members of the bands of outlaws.

"Surrenda or get stomped!" He screamed out, his voice could pierce the cloud of laughter and screaming his crewmates made.

"We be very gewd to prisioners, Hands up and ye went get vaporized" Spookums, always said that in each and every raid he had been told to say that, but that was just another crafty trick of the good ol' cap.

Spookums made his way to the mess hall of the ship, he smiled. This ship was gonna so good for looting.

"Ye got Five seconds to surrenda!" The hulking Weequay screamed once more.

[Jazen]

Dammit, I knew everything was going much to well. Next time, I'm keeping my mouth shut till I'm safely down on a lawful planet/

That was one of the many thoughts slipping through Shine's mind as he heard the footsteps above him. One of the others was about how lucky they all were concerning their hiding space. Smugglers had a tendency to customize their ships to their own personal liking, adding weapons that matched their personality, color schemes that fit for them, little tricks that they felt would aid in their lifestyle.

But there were plenty of things that smugglers all tended to build into their ships. Like counter measures to avoid being scanned in certain areas, ships usually built for speed and flying under the radar.....and hidden compartments for hiding those really special items in case a search of the ship was unavoidable. And seeing as they usually could hide some fairly decent sized crates, hiding a pair of humans and a small droid....wasn't a stretch. Which is where he, Whiskey and Vis were currently staked out. Under the feet of the very people who'd forced him to do what he'd just done.

Shine had thought he had a chance against those pirate craft. Despite their numbers, they were lightly armed and even worse shielded. They had decent maneuverability though, which was the only thing keeping most of them from Whiskey's and Vis's superb handling of the guns. Whiskey had the reflexes...and Vis was able to make the gun track down to near perfection. Course he was a droid so that sort of thing was expected and Whiskey....well, she had her secrets after all. Either way, between his flying and their shooting, they'd kept the pods off them as Shine broke for the nearest hyperspace lane, ready to jump to lightspeed.

And then those little lasers that he thought weren't doing much.....well they did more then he expected. Warnings flared as the ship's systems reported that the shields were failing, the ship lurched to and fro as those attacking pods scored light hits through the weakened shields...and Shine could only curse as he banked to try and put some distance between him and the biggest cluster of the pods. Of course they would have ion cannons....it was the only reason to explain how the shields had failed so quickly without him noticing. Doesn't do them any good to slag their prey....no money that way. And if he didn't get away from those ships fast....well damn, the Cat was gonna hurt for it. And then he'd hurt for it. So he'd done everything in his power to give Whiskey and Vis the best shots possible, to nip and weave among those incoming shots....but it wasn't enough.

Too many ships, too many hits. Systems were failing left and right...once the shield were gone, they'd lock the ship down and then get to towing it to wherever they planned to take it. Or board, kill everyone, take anything they could and then blow the ship to bits. Or just blow the ship to bits. No, they wouldn't use ion cannons if they were trying that. They'd just vape me....so its tow or board. Either way...we need to be scarce fast. Abandoning the controls, Shine quickly keyed the comm while his hands danced across the panels. They might be crippling his ship to raid it...but they weren't going to be driving it anytime soon. With the controls firmly locked, Shine turned his attention to the others.

"Sorry gals and mecha ferrets, we need to change tactics. Vis, eject the escape pod...but increase the heat inside it first. Make them think we're in it. Then adjust the ship's heat so that it masks our signature too. Whiskey, grab whatever weapons you can on the way down. Not too much, just enough to fight off a small army. Then meet me in the aft hall; we're about to become space moles."

And thus their current situation. The pod had been launched, as expected. And then blown to every loving space scrap. Shine had to wince as he saw the thing go.....wasn't it a grand idea that he didn't use the pod to try and make for Farffin. Vis had done as he'd been told, making the ship hot enough to block out any reading's the pirates might take. And now all three of them were hidden under the floor, properly armed, waiting for the right moment. Shine just had to keep from gagging from the smell of smoke coming from above. He'd have to wash the ship and scent it a hundred times over to get rid of that smell. Great.

[Meira]

It didn't take a secretly trained super-assassin to know when being so overwhelmingly outnumbered made a standoff pathetic. But Whiskey was a secretly trained super-assassin. And their standoff was pathetic. Sure, she shot down a few small ships as they came after the one she was on. But more replaced the ones she destroyed, and she couldn't keep ahead of that forever. But she continued to shoot, because it was all that could be done. Whiskey was faily confident that she was a far superiour pilot than Shine Albatros, but this was his ship, not hers. He was the boss, she the employee. So she shot and caused a couple of explosions.

Then, when Shine Albatros' voice came over the comm, she listened and moved quickly to follow the man's instructions. She already had her blaster holstered on her right hip and her large knife at the back of her belt. These were her weapons of choice. The two deadly instruments had been with her, day and night, since she'd completed her training. She rarely used anything else. But as she made her way back to meet Shine Albatros in the back hall, she snagged another, small blaster which she placed in her boot.

Not much later, she was crouched down in the smuggling compartment next to Shine Albatros, eyes gazing upward and right hand poised on the handle of her blaster. She waited, muscles tensed and ready for action.

"Welcome to Cap'n Juck's new ship."

At the sound of the voice and the mention of the name, Whiskey's eyes turned and connected with those of Shine Albatros. Whatever they were going to do, this Juck would have to be their primary target. Without a leader, the others would likely fall into disarray. A confused opponent was a beatable opponent.

Whiskey's left hand moved to the small of her back. There, her thumb slowly unclipped the large knife and her fingers slowly gripped the handle. She was ready to spring to action as soon as Shine Albatros gave the word.

[Kella]

A slick, slender insectoid that could best be described as 'pointy' was the last to file in from the pods.

"They fired the escape pod," he said breathily into Juck's ear, mandibles clicking.

"Good good," Juck nodded, "No interference."

"Well....." the insect hissed.

"What?" Juck's cigar migrated to the other side of his mouth again.

"We blew it to bits."

"Fantastic."

"There weren't any... body partsssssss...."

"Aaaaaaah," Juck expressed, then nodded. "Things'll stay interestin' then."

He spun his blasters on his finger, then grasped them solidly. An evil gling gleamed in his eye, and his wide mouth curled into a grin.

"Ready or not, here I coooooooome...."

And the Pirate stepped further into the ship.

[Jazen]

Good good.....if they think we were in the escape pod and turned to space dust then....

"There weren't any... body partsssssss...."

Shine quirked an eyebrow as he looked up to the source of that voice. He couldn't see much from their hiding place, mostly just the bottom of their boots and the odd glance of their faces through the narrow slits in the floor...but judging from the creatures feet, it had to be...a giant bug? Odd, for sure. Shine had never encountered a race like that, nor really seen one that clicked in his memory from his brief glimpse of it.

But that was just his momentary surge of randomness. No sooner had he thought it had the thought past to focus on what the insectoid had said. About there being no body parts after they'd blown the pod to bits. Considering the explosion that had engulfed the pod, wouldn't any remains have been disintegrated into nothing? Or at least, there should have been no way for them to visually confirm if there was anything left of any passengers or had been any passengers at all. Either way, apparently it was enough to convince their captain that whoever had been on this ship had never left....and that they were still around for the hunting.

Footsteps pinged around them as this Captain Juck and several of his crew mates started making their way deeper into his ship, the smell of the cigar the man was smoking wafting around them as he passed. Lovely, even more of the ship he'd have to scrub later to get the stink out. That was, if there was a later.

Movement out of the corner of his eye made Shine turn to Whiskey, whose hand had drifted to the small of her back. When they'd hidden down here, Shine had taken note of the gear Whiskey had brought with her...and if his memory hadn't failed in the last five minutes of his life, then there was a fairly elaborate knife where he hand was now resting. He met her gaze, her silent waiting for his word to move....and he shook his head in a silent no. Sliding over so carefully over to her, he leaned closer so he could whisper with the lowest voice possible.

"Easy there...too many at the moment, too concentrated. Alright, here's the play; they know we're here somewhere. Only a matter of time before they find us. I'll be the bait, make them think I'm the only one aboard. See what they intend to do; if I saw "well, guess the game is on", that's your cue to make yourself known. Or rather, start dropping them one by one. If you see a chance to do it before hand, then don't wait for my signal, just double tap your comm. I can pass it off as something else. Actually, better yet...if you see the chance, head through the airlock to their ship. Worse comes to worse, then we have their ship by the nether regions as a bargaining chip.

Right then, time to be host to our guests. I'm counting on you Whiskey; show me what I already know. That picking you up was the best choice I've ever made." Patting Vis on the head and motioning for him to stay with Whiskey, Shine waited a moment longer, then eased the top of their hideaway up. The part of the ship they were in was empty now, so in quick fashion, Shine was up, out of the compartment and had it covered up again in no time flat. With, he thought with a tinge of pride tickling at his mind, out making a single sound. Benefits of practice.

Glancing down either end of the passage and then drawing his blaster and giving Whiskey a thumbs up, Shine stood and stepped forward cautiously towards the galley. It was the direction that most the pirates had gone and with the cockpit sealed, the only way they could go. Glancing around the entrance to it, Shine noted indeed that there were a nice collection of bodies in there....and to his annoyance, digging through the food storage. Taking a breath, he stepped back to the storage locker in the hallway and very very slowly, opened it wide. Grabbing something a little stronger then his blaster, Shine found that muster of courage in the face of danger all Corellians seemed to be bred with...and stepped into the door frame, blasters leveled.

"You know, its rude to go through someone's fridge like that. You might end up eating something that won't sit right. Just like its rude to smoke on someone else's ship without permission.

Now, I do believe it was...Juck? May I ask what you're doing pacing around -my- ship like you own it? And please, let's be civil about this....I'd rather not scuff the paint having some big laser show. Which, by the way, if you start, remember that I've got cover I can hide behind and you're all in the open. Do the math." And with that, with both the rifle and his blaster aimed at Juck, eyes watching the others, Shine waited for his response.