<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/55/83/d8/5583d8287dc20d30cf2e8c3b4d048177.jpg)</div>The tiny Mirialan didn't even look up when Nyx moved past her station, headed towards the cockpit. She was full-face-down in her targetting visor, trying to make sense out of what her scanners, not totally reliable at hypervelocity, were giving her.<br/><br/>"Real small, real fast," she muttered into her headset, almost as if she were talking to herself. "One-seater, at most. My money's on a drone- can't see how else anybody'd get on our rump so fast."  Slender fingers tweaking the controls, she tried desperately to sort out what they were up against. "Maybe somethin' programmed to go after beacons?" Pulling her head out of her gear, she shouted at the upper bulkhead. "You all DID make sure that pieca junk isn't radiatin', right?"