Kala Closed her eyes, the only reaction she could make to the sudden movements of the Turian to draw his weapon and aim it at her.  She expected the shot to ring out, yet her never really hear it before she died.   Instead though, she heard the shot ring out before the stinging burning pain of it ran over her face, and she couldn’t help but hiss in pain at the round hitting.  The ricochet she didn’t even pay attention to as she creased her eyes open to look at the pistol there in the Turian’s hand,   but her still alive.  Almost no time at all after, she felt the warmth of her blood trailing down her darker bronze skin.<br/><br/>Instead of looking at the turian in fear at his anger, she just glared up at him, but did nothing else.  No, she had to listen as the old man spoke up; she closed her lips tight and took her attention of f the turian as much as possible, trying to ignore him.<span style="color: Magenta">“Then they aren’t going to like me.   Someone pisses me off, I have a skill at returning the favor…”</span>she said, though much more quietly, and carefully.  She thought about what to say next, and forced herself to be as polite as possible.<span style="color: Magenta">“You’ll have to excuse me…  Bravado has kept me alive… and ‘unwanted attention’ away from me for the last couple years.  Being civilized hasn’t helped at all… I have no practice.”</span>Yeah, being polite didn’t sound right at all, unnatural on her voice.<br/><br/>Kala looked down at the floor when she heard what sounded to her like an insult at her skills, and failure to access the ship itself.  The diverting of her eyes was meant to hide the twitch at this insult.  Ok, she knew it was the truth, she wasn’t that great a Hacker, or at least not good enough to deal with the top of the line Security systems that she hadn’t messed with herself at one time  or another… and how would she have ever gotten the chance to hack into a good system.<span style="color: Magenta">“Yeah, it looked too beautiful, too sleek to be a turian ship, although it had the same basic shape.  I noticed.”</span><br/><br/>Kala’s eyes came back up though when she heard the tone of the old man’s voice upon his next set of words, and especially the darkened look on his face when she saw it caused fear to start swirling in her eyes, though she fought to keep her face itself as neutral as possible.  What was she going to say to keep herself alive?  What could she do or tell him that would interest this pirate?<span style="color: Magenta">“Umm… Well… It would be kinda understandable why I would do something so stupid if you knew the piece of crap I have been the engineer and mechanic of for the past few years.  The ‘Phoenix’.”</span>Ok, truthfully it made sense to her honestly, but probably not to him even if he saw the basically metal box the thing was, even if he knew it shouldn’t be in the air, or even space worth, it was old enough of a human ship.<span style="color: Magenta">“I’m the one who has kept that rust bucket in the air…”</span>Ok, maybe not a good enough reason to spare her, Was there anything else?<br/><br/>That’s when she remembered the 60,000 credits she had in a chit in one of her pockets.  But almost as soon as she remembered that little fact, she realized the security system itself was more expensive than she could even think with how fast it halted her hacking attempts, plus everything else she was seeing now, these were not poor pirates… what would a measly sixty-thousand mean to them?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>