--ALRIGHT YOU GOT YOUR SANDWHICH, NOW LETS BE CIVIL AND TALK LIKE GENTLEMAN--came the captain's stressed voice of the intercom.<br/><br/>Darin glanced over toward the woman walking in her skin tight flight suit, with trey of hot cocoa and sandwich. Hell that had to be the most fine salvage pilot he had ever seen.<br/><br/>"Goood! It would be a shame to die over a Fucking Sandwhich!" Darin shouted back to the loud voice system. His thick yet extremely light armored black graphiene plate clanked to together as he turned smiling up at the at the pilot in the tight grey jumpsuit. "Thank you, now sit your fine ass down, have a sip of cocoa, and shut up while I make the my list of demands," he said softly with a smile,  ... "or I'll blow your brains out," he added darkly.<br/><br/>--WHAT DO YOU WANT?-- came the voice over the intercom.<br/><br/>"I want your own fucking personal space cruiser!" Darin shouted back over the crate as he snatched the sandwich from the tray.<br/><br/>--SIR LETS BE REASONABLE...." he began, before Darin interrupted him.<br/><br/>"How about I look inside those crates and check out what is really in there!"<br/><br/>--...*click*...ITS ON ITS WAY OUT NOW...-- announced the captain.<br/><br/>Darin gulped, when he saw the heavy cranes move over head to pick up the captain's sleek polished gold trimmed personal cruising jet. It was not exactly a fighter, but it was probably the fastest thing the battle ship, equipped for stealth speed, and luxury... and with no further question it was set right in front of them.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQWb7YSz5_IU23xT9-SYgKXxpcEUmYunIfHO95Z4pDv-pOtLyzquA">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>"Good!" Darin said, his voice getting shaky now....what the hell was inside those damned green crates he wondered. Cursing under his breath gently eased one of the small green locked up ammo grates from the stack. He was surprised how light it was,  it was so light it was scary.<br/><br/>"Alright! I am going to take one of these with me!" he announced loudly, "And the girl! She's my hostage!" he declared! and then pointed his laser gun toward her head. , "Alright! Get on the cruiser!" he snapped.<br/><br/>"Once we are clear! I will dump this thing out the wast shoot and can pick it up! Anybody follows! So help me! ... I will!...eh...I...I Will Fucking....eh..." Darin paused trying to think what he would do..<br/><br/>--- DON'T SHAKE IT! ---  the entire Imperial cargo bay chorused! along with the Captian's voice over the intercom!<br/><br/>Darin stiffened! "Fine! Just stay back!" he shouted and pointed his gun over toward his hostages head again, "Move it!" he commanded and pushed her along onto ramp with the cold muzzle on the back of her head. "I'll fucking pull the trigger! Move it!" he snapped, with a hefty boot to her ass he sent her sprawling into the cruiser's finely decorated interior.