<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/>In cases like this, Nyx wasn't sentimental when it came to his work. He did what was needed of him, made sure he'd done it correctly, and moved onto the next thing. So after ripping out the tracking beacon, and any other secondary or tertiary systems that could still send a weaker, but noticeable radar ping, he put them in a pile and set his blaster to ion. He fired once, a white staticy blaster bolt fried everything in the pile, and Nyx was satisfied.<br/><br/>"They can't track us with the pod anymore. One worry down," he worrily stated before it turned into a grunt as Dunn dropped a few bullet points. He was running back to the cockpit to help out and get on the main gun when it came through. "Well slap me on a basilisk and drop me in a supernova. Things'r gettin' worse and worse." When they dropped out of hyperspace, he braced his feet and gripped a wall handle. The shaking was violent, but his body was built to withstand a lot more, so he was fine.<br/><br/>Finally he hopped back into the co-pilot's seat and immediately began typing in commands and checking the readouts. Their newest crewman told them what they were getting chased by and wondered if they'd followed protocol. "Anything that could help them find us is in a melted pile of slag on the cargo bay floor right now. We're good." Dunn said they'd have to jettison the pod considering they had a tag along following them, and they had imps in front of them. Not good odds with their property in the back. "Everything in the bay is already bolted and strapped down except the pod. Gonna open the hatch and blow it out."<br/><br/>Locking down the cargo bay so no one could get in, he pressed a button and the door opened. There was no sound, but if there had been it would have been an awful shrieking as metal ground against metal. In about twenty seconds, the pod had been yanked out into the vacuum, and the bay door was closed. "Pod is jettisoned; now we just gotta survive till we get planet side," he said with a glance over to Dunn. "Oh, and the tax collectors got wise about comin' after me years ago." He grinned. Taxes were usually unavoidable, but he was a Mandalorian. A very big, very intimidating Mandalorian. He had his ways.