Despite being strapped into the chair of the turret Wes was still banged around not just from the chair moving from the controls he was manipulating but the ferocious maneuvering that Kurr was doing in an effort to not get them blown out of space. No matter what he did or fired at his shots no matter how close were not close enough.

What really bothered him was the relentlessness of one of the fighters. The pilot seemed to be a cut above the rest as he alone put the pressure on the No Chance and those inside of it. Evidence of his skill was the pounding that their ship took and the resulting noise from the hits.

"I can't hit him. He's just too good. Karking hell I'm not trained for this." Anger and frustration escapes his lips as his shots go wide from the aggressive fighter pilot. Seconds later as Wes was trying to track the fighter he saw the shots from Al's cannon find their mark. "Nice shot Vod!" Wes yells out as the ship explodes into a billion pieces.

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Wes unstrapped himself after the ship made the jump to light speed. Climbing down just after Al and followed him to the common area of the freighter. Siting down next to Al he removed his helmet and leaned back into the seat. "When went dead stop I was worried there for a moment."

As the others came back into the common area he ask. "Where are we heading. Is there any place safe in this Galaxy?" The Mando ask anyone who would answer as they knew this time better than he did.

Kurr let out a sigh of relief as the No Chance shot into hyperspace. Unbuckling, he looked at Rehn and said, "Good job, Pinkie, might make a pirate outta ya yet." Slapping him on the back as he left the cockpit, he walked towards the central section of the ship. "Keep er' in the space lanes Mate, I'm gunna check on the rest ..."

"Oy! We all still livin'?! Er've we got some dead on board? Sound off, Mates!"
As he waited to hear the rest of "his crew", he took a peek around to see if there was something that resembled liquor and glasses.

This ain't gunna be easy, he thought. Even if these guys stick around, I'm bettin' that between th' lot o' us, we're all carryin' some massive trunks. At least th' ship's flyin' high an' that gristin' station's behind us.

'Master! Master! Are you all right? Oh dear...'

Callia opens his eyes and finds that, for once, his vision includes no diagnostic displays. He runs a hand over his face and confirms that his goggles were indeed knocked off during the ship's final lurch.

'You did it Master!' Jasper exclaims, hovering over and attempting to dust down Callia's clothes as the young scientist stands, 'you saved us all!'

'Did I?' Callia answers with vague interest, focusing more on his search for the absent goggles, 'that's nice.'

The spherical droid turns in the air as Callia searches to conceal the fact that the eyewear is held behind it in one of its flexible tendril-limbs.

'Perhaps they slid down the corridor, Master,' Jasper suggests, bobbing along toward the common area and backing up to a wall.

'My master saved the day,' the droid exclaims with evident pride to those present, 'he got the hyperdrive working just in time.'

'Were we in danger then, do you think?' Callia asks, appearing from the corridor to the engine room. He blinks his wide, soulful smoky-grey eyes.

'Jasper, who are these people?'

Once the ship was in the safe blue void of hyperspace, Rehn allowed himself to relax. He was off that Force-forsaken station, finally, after so many endless months. He removed his visor, then rubbed his eyes and he settled back in his seat, propping his feet up on the dashboard.

"Good job, Pinkie, might make a pirate outta ya yet," said Kurr.

Rehn shrugged. "I've been worse."

"Keep er' in the space lanes Mate, I'm gunna check on the rest ..."

Rehn instinctively nodded, though he wasn't paying attention any longer. His mind was elsewhere already, on all the money the Oraltor had promised him, and on the nice, tropical planet he was going to move to with pools of cool, crystal water, tall trees swaying gently in the wind, and women with next to nothing on . . . No sooner had Kurr left the cockpit than Rehn was dozing silently in his seat, dreaming of the paradise that awaited him.

When the Feeorin captain walked back into the common area Wes opened his eyes. He had just about fallen asleep.

"Oy! We all still livin'?! Er've we got some dead on board? Sound off, Mates!"

Wes turned his neck to look at the pirate captain. "Still here and still alive. It would take more than that to kill the lot of us. Especially with two Mando's aboard even when one of them can't shoot a ships gun straight." He said with a slight chuckle followed up with a smile.

"At least we're away from there and I can get some rest or medical attention..." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe both."