Meena chuckled slightly at the mention of his brother. "Perhaps you should learn from your brother then, who has a wife, unlike you." Now was obviously not the time for such taunting, but this man... She couldn't believe how someone could have such a naive perception of the world and of justice. His parents must have raised him very much accordingly. Humph, he should be happy for what he had and realize that many, such as Meena, would do anything to lead a life like them. But the criminal life was like an endless vaccuum and one crime led to another, marking her for life in the vast archives of the Empire as someone who had fallen from the realm of proper society.<br/><br/>In any case, Meena tried to empty her mind of all the anger and frustration she felt towards Drak and focused on getting out. She hurried with him towards the hangar, carrying the trunks while keeping an eye on her surroundings. No one was around, which meant that they were busy inside the cockpit. When the sound of a massive hyperdrive reached her ears, Meena realized that they might be in a bigger pinch than she had suspected. They were either going to be on this ship for good or leave now, the latter being a very difficult option. It didn't help that Imperial Security was outside, complicating the matter.<br/><br/>She was about to lash out to Drak for shooting the hyperdrive wiring above them, but managed to calm herself down before even opening her mouth. Now, if Avoyos would jump to hyperspace and things would fail and Furion would still be aboard his ship... Meena closed her eyes momentarily and breathed deeply, placing down her trunks as they got up the ramp and entered Furion. All systems were running thanks to Vul, but jumping into hyperspace was nothing you should do in a hurry. She needed all her focus now, as she proceeded to close the ramp.<br/><br/>Breaking out in a slight sweat of panic, Meena ran into her cockpit and after seating herself in a hurry, she turned on the engines. She was definitely not in the mood for piloting, but she couldn't jump into hyperspace from a hangar. "Focus." She mumbled to herself as she turned her attention to the hangar exit that Vul had opened earlier. Jaw clenched and her teeth gritting, she took off manually and used her other hand to turn on the hyperdrive while her computer was calculating another route for Nar Shaddaa. As steadily as she could, she flew the Furion through the open hangar gates and was granted a glimpse of the Imperial fleet firing at the Depraved on their right side.<br/><br/>"Okay. Okay, okay." She breathed and almost angrily approved the route her computers had calculated, mere seconds before a decisive blaster bolt was planted on The Depraved. The Furion lurhced forward as the pirate ship finally gave in to Imperial pressure and exploded in bright colors behind them. Ahead of them, the stars streched out and the Furion jumped into hyperspace with only minimal damage.<br/><br/>It was only Vul's satisfied beeping that caused Meena to finally let go of the manual controls of her ship and slump against the back of her cockpit's chair. They were safe for now, but that had been far too close even for her taste. She was also worried that their ship had been noticed by Imperial radars and if that was the case, it would be definitely be identified and followed as soon as possible. However, that would be then and now was now. They had made it out alive, mostly unscathed aside from a few scratches and her broken wrist, but it was a price she gladly paid for freedom. As Vul informed her that it would take a look at the damage that had been done to her ship's outer layer, Meena uttered a weak 'alright' before wiping her moist hairline and looking over to Drak to see how he was doing.