Drak sat in one of the chairs as she made her calculations. His hands squeezed the arm rests. He wanted to scream at Meena,<span style="font-style: italic">'hurry up!</span>', but didn't as it wouldn't make things go any faster. He just hated not being in control of his fate. He was always a terrible passenger like that. He watched the Furion take off out of the hangar bay, and immediately they were surrounded by colours. An entire fleet of star destroyers were battering against The Depraved. Flashes of green, red and blue exploded in a light show around them. Meena then slammed forward the throttle, the hyperdrive hummed to life, and the stars exploded around them.<br/><br/>Drak eased into his seat, peeling his fingers off the arms rests. Now he could relax. He had been so high with adrenaline he had forgotten how much he drank. "Do you have anything for my headache?" he asked Meena who seemed just as relieved as him. He looked at her, feeling somehow closer to her now that they had been through such an ordeal. He wouldn't call her a friend, but they certainly weren't as much of enemies now. At least that's how he saw it. She probably still hated his guts.<br/><br/>"As for my brother," he said unable to let the conversation go. Plus escaping death made him want to open up for some reason. "I do envy him. He's doing what he feels is right in his gut. He didn't want to be tied down like me. Many consider him to be a terrorist, but he's a freedom fighter." He sighed thinking about his own life. "Plus he's found an amazing woman. I hope to find someone like her someday. Not a '<span style="font-style: italic">slave</span>' who just shuts up and does what she's told- but a woman who can really handle her own. A woman who's independent- strong- fierce- able to hold herself in a fight-  and lives life the way she wants to. If she's able to shoot a blaster or fly a ship, that's a big plus."<br/><br/>He looked at Meena, realizing he just described her. He stuttered, "Ah- I don't mean you. I'd never- I mean- you're a criminal- plus you hate my guts. I don't think of you-" He cleared his throat, hoping the sudden tension in the air would disappear.