The fierce might of the<span style="font-style: italic">Scarlets</span>sent more than a few of the males aboard the Slaver to pissing themselves. This was no ordinary pirate crew they had been pursued by. The predominant race was a nasty one only known as "Squids". So named for their lack of actual skeletons, and odd sea life like features, plus their tendency to "Ink-out", or lay out a distraction and run away from a serious fight. The only thing that kept them semi upright was the very different suits they wore for their travel. It was entirely possible that it was only a controlled bipedal suit. However, the forces that had met the pirate crew were mind-wiped slaves and allied trappers. For the Squids, they meant nothing. And that is why the ones controlling the ship decided it was easier to cut their losses and rip away from the<span style="font-style: italic">Scarlet</span>, and loose most of their defensive crew to their own demise, then to die themselves. If it meant that the Pirate ship also was ripped assunder in the action, all the better. All the power of the slaver turned to pull port and roll like a crocodile to loosen the hold the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>had upon it. But it was a slow motion at first, needing a time to build up momentum, and the perfect moment to be have their ship be unsuspecting of her intent.<br/><br/>As the battle waged on, and the cries of the fallen from the Slaver filled the air, there was a not so subtle shift, enough to shake most off their legs... unless they were far experienced in this type of battle and always moved or balanced in such a way to counter the rock and roll of such drastic motions. But all the Slavers defenders fell.<br/><br/>Candance eyed the injury on the kid's head and moved over to investigate it a bit.* "Yep sure as shit they rammed that ship they were pursuin', just about as graceful as a Grungan in a tutu about it too. Ya need ta learn ta duck an' cover when I tell ya ta do so. It ain't easy ta find stuff ta patch ya up right. Here, turn a bit around so I can se- Oooof!" Candance stated, and then ended as she felt another jolt from the other ship trying to free herself from the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady's</span>grasp. That was an act of desperation. To leave a hull breached as it was meant that they were scared and trying to tear apart the ship that was embedded within it's belly. The slavers knew they were up against a wall. For now that was good news and bad new for Candance. It meant that she was going to have to stay put and work the knobs to keep the course maintaining speed so that she wouldn't be torn apart, a higher risk of her discovery. However, it also meant she could have a hand in keep the Scarlet intact, her and the kid alive longer, and that the crew was going to be far too busy to look around for a couple of stowaways.<br/><br/>"Are ya alright? Ya need ta go back a bit and hide. I'll be fine here fer now. Go on Daigan, git back ta our little corner and I will come a scurryin' as soon as I am done here. I ain't gonna be ta much longer." Candance stated softly, pushing away from his frame that she had so ungracefully bumped into. It was going to be interesting to see if Daigan did as she bade. They both did not leave the other unaccompanied for long. It had been much more comfortable since he had arrived too, if she were to be honest with herself. But she didn't let that thought continue down the merry path. She did have a job to do after all. So she reached stepped back again, moving to the switches. Her eyes not leaving him, even as she began to twist a few nobs upon a call up from the engineer on duty.