<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)(http://img05.deviantart.net/a720/i/2012/213/3/6/mando__ade_helga_by_foxbatmit-d59emk0.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>"Don't worry. I'm usually the one who does the shooting. So you're good," he told their newest crew member as she stepped onto the ship and announced her presence. After takeoff, Dunn's voice crackled over the intercom that scanners had found an escape pod. Well if an escape pod had been launched, 9 times out of 10 someone was in it. Whether they were still alive though was always the big wonder. Several factors came into it, but the biggest one was luck.<br/><br/>And Dunn knew that, which was why he said either they'd get some creds from salvaging it, or maybe even more if whoever was inside wasn't a corpse already. Nyx was fine either way. "Got it," he replied when he was given his orders. "Follow me," he told Shea and then turned on his heel to lead her to the gunner seat for this little operation. When they got there, he grinned. "I'm sure you already know how everything works. I'll leave you to it."<br/><br/>Turning again, he headed back to the cockpit and sat down in the co-pilot's chair. He checked over his instruments like always, and nodded to Dunn, taking control of the ship and guiding it over to the pod, then holding it in perfect position while the boss man towed the pod inside. And once it was, and the doors were secured, he pushed the Dianoga into Hyperspace.<br/><br/>When Dunn sat back down, Nyx leaned back in his seat, smiling and nodding at the compliment. "You pay for quality, qualities what you get." Then he stood up and rested his hands on the grips of his guns. Dunn wanted him to go with him to check out the pod. "Do Sand People travel in single file to hide their numbers? Let's go see how lucky we are...or whoever's inside that thing is."