Captain watched as Gunny and the boys went down to the hanger to get ready for the breech. A tinge of worry snapped at the back of his mind, but only for a moment. Whirling back around to view the slavers send another salvo of fire his way sparked that old fury in him again. "Send all ya got you arse-breathing sons of whores! Ain't nothing going to stop us from plowing into the side a' ya like your mothers profession would warrant! Volder, how's engines?" He said, in stark contrast of tone to his previous insults, to another member of his crew. An older human male.<br/><br/>"They haven't blown sir, so that's a plus. Seems Ganith came too, no way Trident could'a maintained all that shit on his own." Captain absently stroked the top of his head as if getting an old itch. "Funny that huh..."<br/><br/>Itch or no, it was no time to have arms anywhere but holding onto something other then oneself. The slaver ship was approaching as fast as the grin widened on captains face. "Hold on tight lovelies, it's time for a house call."<br/><br/>The resounding crunch of metal was music to their ears, the Scarlett ladie's shields holding well enough and tearing wide gaps into the thick hull of their enemy. Luckily the containment fields were doing their job and atmo. pressure in their hull wasn't venting quite yet, but that continued luck was not something to bet on, nor was captain much of a gambler.<br/><br/>"We knocked Gunny, get in there and see if they want to hear about my lord and savior eh?" And with the push of a button the hanger doors opened to whatever hell awaited them amongst the slavers. Unfortunately for them, it seems upper management is doing some downsizing on the mortal plane.