The 29 year old navigator chuckled at his Grungan companion while he configured the ships targeting systems. "Far be it from me to see you unhappy Gunny." After a few moments, Shayne Redgrave had configured the ideal coordinates for a retaliation and locked it in.<br/><br/>"Coordinates locked, guns rerouting now, target about to be thoroughly screwed." After double checking the data and numbers, Shayne swiveled around to face the rest of the bridge, watching the crew scramble about as they prepared the counterattack. A few of the ensigns had been thoroughly shaken after that last hit, and were still getting themselves together. He sighed, and looked out at the ship that was their target. Pulling off this attack would mean a great deal of profit for themselves, and potentially some new maps for Shayne. But even more importantly to Shayne, there would be one less group of slavers in the world.<br/><br/>Shayne had always despised slavers, degenerates who sold those of other species they thought were inferior. Humans selling Aquillians, Grungans selling Humans. Aquillians selling Canicids. It didn't matter who sold who, it was disgusting in his eyes. Shayne believed that all races were meant to be equal, no matter what anyone said. At the end of the day, you could be shot by a Grungan, a Giforlorian, or any other species and the result would be the same. You wound up six feet under the ground with a slab of rock telling you when it happened.<br/><br/>When he thought about it, most of the people on that enemy ship could end up in that exact position. Although in the case of Gunny, some unlucky slavers were going to be beat to a bloody pulp. Shayne chuckled at that moment as the image of Gunny beating someone senseless popped into his head.<br/><br/>Suddenly snapping back to reality, Shayne stood from his chair and called out to the crew on the bridge, "Does anyone have an update on what's happening down in engineering?"<br/><br/>The crew member that had announced the issue spoke again, "Our main tech is severely injured and out of commission. The engineer is attempting to reroute the systems but he needs help and none of us on the bridge can leave our posts."<br/><br/>Shayne put his hands on the railing and looked out at the ship they were baring down on. This slave ship was getting on his nerves. Running a hand through his messy hair, the navigator swore under his breath. "Shit, if this keeps up we're gonna lose a lot more than just some jobbers. Captain better get up here soon, Gunny. I'm getting a bit anxious."<br/><br/>Returning to his post, the young star mapper got to work preparing for their next move. Coordinates for maneuvering, new target acquisition, and finally his personal favorite: preparing for a breach. A breach was a lot better than just destroying a ship. The enemy had a chance to surrender, the crew got a chance to grab some loot intact, and Shayne would get the chance to punch a slaver straight in their stupid face. Again he found himself laughing at his own thought process as he worked. He slipped on his metal gloves and double checked the katars clipped behind his back, and prepared for battle.