Meena sighed and rolled her eyes at Drak's stubborn attitude, not having a clue about what he meant by Tala. She regretted not giving her answer much faster to the pirates and making her way out of the darned ship before the Imperial Security appeared. Now she could really get into trouble if she didn't make it out, as she doubted Drak would do enough to get her out of prison should it come down to that. All that glitterstim though... she could only hope that the pirates hadn't touched her cargo, otherwise she'd lose and important client. In any case, she hurried to follow Drak out, only to stop and release her astromech droid from its own cell.<br/><br/>"Come on Vul." Meena spoke, hoping to encourage her beaten up droid. "We can make it out."<br/><br/>As soon as the two of them continued to the armoury from where she could hear Drak's voice, the ship shook again, causing Meena to grab the wall for support. As soon as she felt steady, she rushed inside the amoury and spotted her blaster on the table before even paying attention to the female Wookie holding Drak a few feet off the floor. "Good, hold him there." Meena smirked and grabbed her blaster. "So I can blast your brains out, furcoat." In the meantime, Vul had made its way behind the Wookie and poked one of its mechanical arms out ot to electrocute the pirate. Drak was dropped on the floor and Meena was able to shoot a blaster bolt into the Wookie's head. For a moment she was confused about what she had just done, but decided that it had been for the best, as the Wookie would have most likely done the same for Drak.<br/><br/>"Can't believe you've named your blaster." She snapped at Drak in a vicious tone. "Now I see why you're not married; you have a relationship with your blaster pistol." Her taunting was cut short by Vul who was telling Meena to shut her mouth and focus on escaping. She shot a final glare towards Drak before nodding towards the door and hurrying out.<br/><br/>By this time most pirates were already fully preoccupied by the Imperial Security ships firing at their trusted flagship, paying barely any attention to Meena or Drak as she hurried down the hallways to the generator room. Still having no idea what to do, she turned over to Vul who could perhaps provide her the answers. "Quickly. Turn that damn thing off so we can be on our way." She instructed, receiving an equally cranky response from her droid. Meena threw away the other blaster she had received earlier and kept an eye on her surroundings while Vul connected itself to the generator computer. Another blow on the ship caused it to shake and Meena feared that they would not make it out in time if the battle outside continued like this.<br/><br/>Thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, the pirates seemed to be losing their battle against the Imperial Security fleet, which meant that Captain Avoyos was more interested in preserving his ship more than this two prisoners. As Meena thoughts of how the roles had suddenly reversed, several sneaky and slightly devilish ideas popped in her head. It wouldn't be fun if she couldn't benefit from Avoyos' demise somehow. She eyed the generator control panel for a moment, noticing a commlink that was meant for communication with the cockpit. Meena smirked and grabbed the commlink, turning it on and placing it on her lips.<br/><br/>"Well, well, Captain. It looks like karma has finally come for you." She smiled sweetly. "Judging from the way your precious little ship is rocking left and right, it won't be long until it sinks permanently, taking its crew with it. Unless, of course, there was someone willing to save you."<br/><br/>There was a short pause before a familiar voice responded from the cockpit.<br/><br/>"What do you want, woman? Was this part of your masterplan to bring me down?"<br/><br/>"All I want is my share." Meena spoke calmly. "And you want to survive, I presume? There's always room for fine navigators aboard my Furion. However, there's a price and some conditions-"<br/><br/>"I'm listening."<br/><br/>Meena chuckled. "I knew you would understand the gravity of your situation. Believe me, you are in good hands." Her expression said anything but good. "All your money, in exchange for your life and a flight to Nar Shaddaa. If at any point of the flight you misbehave, I will use my right to drop you off on some remote planet and send an anonymous hint to Imperial Security. They'll pick you up like a wrapped present."<br/><br/>There was a long silence. Meena looked over her shoulder to Vul who had just managed to turn off the generator and was beeping in joy.