Darion couldn't miss the sounds of the footsteps of the approaching thug, his armor against the floor was impossible to miss.  Thus he re holstered his pistol, and took up the assault rifle he had taken from the human Thug.  It would make dealing with the others in the room easy, and this one approaching wouldn't see his move until it was too late most likely.  Darion waited until the last moment when he felt the upended table kick against him.  Immediately Darion rolled around the opposite side before opening up with the rifle in point blank range against the Salarian thug.  This close, it was impossible to miss with such an inaccurate weapon.  He wasn't looking in the right direction and by the time he got his weapon back up and aimed at Darion, his shields were down and he was receiving point blank rifle rounds.  He was dead in an instant.<br/><br/>Darion dropped the first rifle before recovering the Salarian's.  Instead of pausing to try shooting, Darion charged at the last Thug while his shield finished recharging.  The wasn't planning on shooting this last one, no, while he was focused with shooting the two below, Darion smashed the butt of the rifle against the back of the thug's head, sending him forward unbalanced.  Quickly he kneeled down and put all his strength into lifting the man over the railing to send him falling down to the ground below.<br/><br/><span style="color: orange">“You two, get up here, the bastard went out the back door.”</span>Darion yelled down at the Quarian and Krogan he had come here with while pointing towards the back door.  He didn't wait for either of them though before running as fast as he could towards the indicated door.  Of course he didn't get far out the door and into the road before he noticed the salarian being obviously being chased by one of Illium's security.<span style="color: orange"> “Shit...”</span>he cursed a moment before deciding it best to wait for the others now.<br/><br/>…..............................................................................................<br/><br/>Kala grumbled to herself with the feel of the boot placed on her back, knowing it would leave a mark with how painful it was there, and she was thankful she wasn't bigger in the front too, that would only hurt even more.  Of course her thoughts were ended when the airlock opened, and the Captain of the ship returned.<span style="color: Magenta"> “Oh, Fuck me...”</span>She cursed when she felt the boot be removed, but saw the shotgun still close to her head.<br/><br/>With a groan the woman pushed herself up off her face and moved her feet under her and sitting cross legged on the deck, only glancing over her shoulder to study the pair.  An old human was obviously the Captain, and the dangerous looking Turian probably his first mate.  Oh, really not a good situation.  And the frown on the human's face was not at all comforting.  Then the questions began.  Kala thought about er answer for a second before opening her mouth to begin.<span style="color: Magenta">“Yes I...”</span>that was all she was able to get out of her lips before the Turian's knee came into her side, eliciting a pained yell out of the girl before she fell to her side.  Ok, that hurt.<br/><br/>After coughing on the ground for a moment from the kick, Kala finally pushed herself up and sat down again cross legged again.  She waited and listened to everything he said and closed her eyes for a moment.  Thye were pirates, not a god thing at all.  She had to fight to keep tears from filling her eyes at the news.  They would send her back into slavery like the pirates that had attacked the freighter she had been on as a child.  After a moment she opened her eyes, any hint of tears gone, she had faught to keep them out of her eyes.<span style="color: Magenta">“Yes, I was trying to break into it... but I wasn't planning on taking anything.  I am an engineer.  After seeing this thing in the harbor, I just had to take a look inside to see how it compared to the exterior.”</span>She said for a moment before looking over at the grey haired pirate, deciding it best to look him in the eyes before explaining.<span style="color: Magenta"> “After working on the piece of trash metal cylinder I have been for the past two or so years I couldn't resist at least trying.  From the outside this ship was beautiful... I just couldn't resist trying.”</span><br/><br/>After a bit of a pause though she glared at the first mate.<span style="color: Magenta"> “Oh, since it is your ship, shouldn't you have been the one to hit me, not the turian?  I'll have to take something and crush his balls later if Turian's have them.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>