Jules flicked a few switches on the gun’s targeting system while she listened to her crew talk back and forth in the headset that was perched on her head. Walter knew exactly what his girls – both humans and his ship – were capable of and he trusted each of them to do the job well. They made a highly effective team.<br/><br/>At that thought, the image of all three of them, flesh naked and sweaty, writhing together on top of a rug that had been laid out in the ship’s galley, flashed through Jules’ mind and caused her to bite her lower lip as she took aim at McClean’s remaining engine. The jerky movements of his ship were making that difficult, however.<br/><br/>A soft, but deadly curse slipped from her lips as she shifted in the gunning seat, trying to find a better vantage point to take aim.<br/><br/>Walter’s voice floated over the communications channel again. Telling her about the remaining engine. She was about to inform him that she knew how to do her job when it clicked in her brainpan that his voice was coming  over the shortwave from one of the spacesuits they housed.  “Don’t you open those bay doors til he’s dead in the black, Captain.” She said harshly, through gritted teeth. “The way he’s still sputterin’ out there, he’s liable to clip your chord and send you spinning before you even get a shot of. Then where would Kenz and I be, all alone on this ship we’d just have to keep flyin’...”<br/><br/>“On<em> second</em>thought…” She teased, right before she squeezed the trigger and sent two more blasts straight for the criminal’s remaining, heavily smoking engine.<br/>