* Another loud clanking was heard at the control knobs, and the power pulling as programmed. Candance cursed softly, a gentle sound, even the words were not. She looked over to her fellow partner in crime, her large oval, dark brown colored eyes taking him in as she sucked on a digit that had been injured. She blew out a sigh of frustration and watched the knobs again.*<br/><br/>"Ya think that they woulda figured out that there was someone hangin' 'round ta fix their collective shit already. Nah, instead it's all "full speed ahead" and runnin' inta somethin'. 'Bout as useful as a tit on a Canicid, the lot of 'em." *She mumbled, sure her companion was able to hear her. Still the small, graceful woman moved quickly to make sure things were all set.*<br/><br/>"Ya best be grabbin' on ta somethin' an' a bracin' yerself. This ain't gonna like landin' in a cotton pile. If I was ta hazard a guess, I would put it more akin ta slammin' in ta yer friendly neighborhood Grungan. If ya got somethin' ya wanna keep on ya, best be snaggin' it and then bucker down."  *She continued in her instructions to her friend and looked about for a place to do the same herself. Though she was damn sure not going to let the kid get into anymore trouble. They both had already gone through too much.*<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>* The slaver was owned by the a group that captured everyone that was not their species. In fact they had stolen the current ship they were in. If it were not for that fact, they would not be fighting so hard. For them, it was an automatic death sentence to be captured, regardless of where. They had no choice but to fight. *<br/><br/>*Another volley sounded, but the<span style="font-style: italic">Scarlet Lady</span>was fast. She had her secrets, and she kept them well. Only shared with those that she allowed within her to learn. And like any proper lady, she never stopped developing new surprises. Most would find her impossible to best.*<br/><br/>* The resounding jolt, and crash that caused the hull to creak a bit, and the other ship's to be rent open in a scream that only those present would ever hear. They said there was no noise in space. It was a falsehood that was often disabused when someone was there to hear it for themselves. And as the collective forces from the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>prepared by strapping in, or just going balls to the wall and self-bracing, those sounds filled their senses. Even through their thick Eco-suits. And the volleys from the other ship stopped.*<br/><br/>*But it was certain that the battle was going to tough the rest of the way into the slaver for her riches. Just like a well fatted calf, she beckoned to the pirate crew. And like any proper herd, it was tended by those that would give their lives to defend it. A group of them just beyond the ramming point, dressed in their own Eco-suits. But these were not designed like the pirate crew's were. What secrets and tricks would they have to defend what was theirs?*