The whole situation was rather dream-like and surreal as she listened to Drak. It was almost as if she wasn't even there, but somewhere else instead, in a different universe. She gave him a final smile as she managed to make it out of her room, feeling the exhaustion pull her towards the cockpit and into her make shift bed. Meena fell on it and fell partly asleep.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure how long she had been lying on her bed when suddenly a strong movement threw her out of bed. Now wide awake again she rubbed her eyes quickly as an alarm had started and Vul was panicking. Meena shook her head and clumsily got on her feet, her head still spinning from alcohol. The room was blurry around her, but she could make out the computer screens that indicated an unplanned exit from hyperspace. She sat down and took control, trying to find out what had caused them to leave hyperspace so suddenly. It was dangerous too, since they could be anywhere right now, even about to crash into an asteroid or something. Thankfully the scenery outside was clear, it was just that the ship had been pulled by some sort of a gravity source.<br/><br/>"What the hell..." She mumbled, slapping her cheek repeatedly while trying to ask questions from her ship's main computer. "I don't see anything, there's no excuse for us to be here..."<br/><br/>Meena tried to calculate another trajectory through hyperspace but the computer refused it, pointing out that they were either in an orbit or being pulled in by some other source of gravity. She attempted to pilot the ship herself, but the pull was too strong. Soon enough another ship came into her radar, one that was slightly bigger than hers and that was apparently the source of gravity that had pulled her dearest Furion out of hyperspace. With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed her commlink while peering outside to observe the much larger ship ahead of them, a Braha'tok-class gunship. This couldn't be good.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, Meena focused her drunken voice as well as she could. "Furion to unidentified Braha'tok-class beauty. Your ship is a lovely morsel, but seems to have pulled us out of hyperspace. Over."<br/><br/>There was a long silence and she dreaded her headache that was starting to settle in. "Furion to unidentified ship! Your goddamn piece of shit pulled us out of hyperspace!" Meena yelled out, this time earning an answer from her commlink:<br/><br/>"Depraved to Furion. This is Captain Avoyos speaking. I would like you to bring yourself, as well as all your weapons and valuable cargo, into the cargo hall of your ship. Failure to do so will result in the execution of your entire crew. Over."<br/><br/>Meena blinked her eyes, paling slightly. She recognized this way of speech as the one that space pirates often used. So all of this had been planned by them, as they had been sitting here in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a ship to pass by and to be grabbed by their gravity generator. Oh, this was just far too terrible to be true. She could hardly believe she was getting robbed by people she considered as her colleagues to some extent.<br/><br/>"My name is Meena Hayes. Perhaps you've heard of me before, as I'm a fellow non-law abiding citizen of the Galaxy. I got out of Kessel not too long ago and I would appreciate it if I could continue my business as usual."<br/><br/>Long silence. Meena closed her eyes, feeling slightly nauseous. Her voice was still low and soft from alcohol, not to mention she always started stammering and slurring her words when she knew she needed to be or at least act more sober than she actually was. This was seriously quite embarrassing.<br/><br/>"How many passengers do you have on your ship? Over."<br/><br/>"Two, myself included." She replied, knowing there was no point lying now. They were getting pulled in by some giant pirate ship. What was there to do anymore other than try and persuade the captain himself?<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, Meena Hayes. Perhaps you would be willing to join me for a drink? And tell me all about that little con artist business of yours. Over."<br/><br/>Meena forced a smile. "Yes, but just one drink. My associate and I are very short on time."<br/><br/>"You have my word. I welcome you aboard the Depraved."<br/><br/>That was the end of their communication and although the captain seemed to have loosened up a little when finding out it was a fellow criminal who had ended up in the net and not some rich officer, Meena had a very bad feeling about this. She stumbled up, holding her head and cursing at the blurriness. How in the world would she be able to drink more after all that?