"<em>Duh liou mahng! Zhnen daomei!</em>" Jenn continued her long string of Chinese curses as the security shuttle seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She was at a loss. The questionable jobs that she and the captain had taken lately to save up money for fuel were often on the borderline of being illegal, but Jenn could keep a clear conscience that, unless people got in their way and the pair needed to defend themselves, which indeed happened frequently, no one needed to get hurt.<br/><br/>The gun in the captain's hand probably only had about 6 or 7 rounds in it. Jenn still felt the collapsible sword snug in her boot. She would fight if she needed to, at the captain's command, and she was certainly confident that she'd be able to kick this Captain Vevar guy's<em>pi gu</em>. In theory, authorities fairly uphold and enforce the law. In reality, the corrupted Alliance held all the positions, and Jenn could fight them without shame. The number of feds in the shuttle next to them, though, might force them to take a different action.<br/><br/>Jenn silently, quickly made her way to the side of the shuttle door and crouched down, her collapsible sword in her hand, still sheathed. She looked up to the captain, awaiting his instructions.