Hard metal slammed against the hull of the ship. Had they collided with something? Drak wasn't sure. In fact he was still quite drunk, so he wasn't sure of much. Except that he knew he needed to act sober now. He was often good at acting sober when he was drunk, but then again the only people who've told him that were his drunk colleagues. He shook his head; it felt like jelly.<br/><br/>Drak ran to the cockpit where an astromech droid was waiting at the door. "Oh great, a droid," he commented, having seen it for the first time. The droid didn't seem too happy to see Drak either, from the sounds of it's hollering. He hated droids, especially the talking ones. Not that astromechs were any better. They usually had big attitudes to make up for their tiny bodies and minimal ways of communicating. They weren't afraid to knock into you, push you around, or shock you. "You better stay ouhamyway," he warned the droid as he tried to push past it.<br/><br/>He turned into the cockpit to find Meena already there, looking out the window. All he saw was metal. They had docked with a larger ship of some sorts. He couldn't make out the ship, especially not in the blur of it all. It could be anything, pirates, imperials, or any of the other factions trying to control this galaxy. "You- what did you do? Why-sh whats goin on? Are we under attack?" Drak felt for Tala, ready to take it out, but unsure if he could even shoot straight.