Hearing the dockmaster colorfully motivating the loader pilots brought a small smile to his face. It reminded him of long gone days, when he was but a dockhand at the New London harbor. Those had been hard days indeed, living day to day, staying one step ahead of the gangs..<br/><br/>He was broken away from his reverie, as a ballista bolt from a small skiff that had come too close to the pad, hit the side of the ship, barely denting the armor, but the sound resonated throughout the cargo hold. "Why you.." he said, working a small control panel on his wrist. The ship's turrets began targeting, and after  a moment, a broadside of steamgun fire was returned, forcing the skiff that had shot at them to retreat, its weapon damaged, and its engine trailing smoke. He laughed softly at the master's lewd comments. The fellow reminded him of his own dockmaster, back in New London. Sages knew just how many times the old T'Gari had pulled his ass out of the fire.<br/><br/>He casually accepted the clipboard with the papers, signing unhurriedly, noting the boarders coming in. "Hmm, I think you're right. Can't be late delivering this stuff.." he said, climbing back into the ship through one of the cargo doors. "Best of luck,<em>compadre</em>!" he called out as the dockmaster charged back in, the dockhands hustling behind him, using the loaders' powerful arms as clubs against the boarders.<br/><br/>Without a moment to waste, the Guardian's engines sucked hard on their Lucense Oil reserves, powering it back into the air, its belly heavy with cargo. One of the engines sputtered and coughed, its reserve of oil running low. The pilot grimaced at that, looking regretfully at the fuel gauges. "Come on, baby. Just get up there. I'll carry ya.." the pilot said, mostly to himself, reaching out with a bit of his.. power, to help the old girl back into the air. Once well propelled in the direction he wanted to go, he powered off the engines, and continued to 'push' the ship along with his power. It would take much longer to get back, but at least, he would get there, he thought, holding the side of his head as he concentrated.<br/><br/>Back in the cargo bay, the large boxes had shifted around, as the dockhands did not have time to lash then all securely..