“Good work, big furball,” the martial artist replied, turning to seek out his kit.<br/><br/>The scenario was going rather mad all around them.  Trask growled under his breath in concentration as he dressed and strapped on his gear.  He looked around, quiet, thinking intensly, then...<br/><br/>One long arm shot out, pointing towards...  “Little furball.  Your name is  Chad?”<br/><br/>“Chad, quick now.  Identify the attacking ships by their transponders and get me a channel to one of them—preferably the leader.  Tell them the Bounty Hunter Crew Winter's Heart wishes to speak with them.  Perhaps do business.”<br/><br/>“Big furball.  Your name?  And help him.”<br/><br/>He turned to the Rodian next, “You, Rodian.   Are you ready to hunt?  What's your name?”<br/><br/>He looked around again, “Girls, names.  Do you fight?  If so, stand ready, if not, stand back.”<br/><br/>Then to the room.  “My name is Trask, and we're gambling.  We're going to talk to the ones attacking these pirates, find out what they want, and give it to them in return for this ship—or passage out of here if we can't save it!”