Brawling, blasting, and generally bashing anything beige in their way, the motly assembly (lead, in part, by the redoubtable Mister Dimity) manage to make their way back to Goshawk's berth.  There, you find that the crew, resplendent in their crimson corsets, are making to cast off with all due haste.<br/><br/>"Permission to depart this gods-forsaken pile of pre-rubble, Captain," the man throws Maroon a stiff salute, surprisingly formal under the circumstances...<br/><br/>For not too far away, several Imperial frigates can be seen descending toward the city!  Perhaps getting out of here is a good idea.  Certainly other pirates have the same idea, as other starships are lifting elsewhere.  Unfortunately, they're also drawing fire!