A shiver raced through the entire hull of the ship.  From somewhere metal could be heard ripping away from the frame as the hull suffered under the brunt of some outside force.  Groaning could be heard and felt through the ship’s interior.  Once more the magnetic field flickered but held in place to keep the coffins from shuffling out of place once more.  Ginga, Zors and Chad could peer past the field at each of the coffins that were arrayed on the shelf.  This particular containment area did not seem originally designed for this purpose but certainly seemed a convenient alteration.<br/><br/>Comparing their own containment pods to the ones shelved there was only a slight difference between them.  On their own coffin there was a respiratory unit attached to the outside to keep air flowing into the confined space.  One rack on the wall held coffins that did not have such a device positioned on the outside.  Unfortunately the magnetic field seemed nicely in place to hold those coffins in place and firmly shut against intrusion.<br/><br/>Through the fog and haze of his mind, Ginga could think back to a few rumors he had heard.  The local cantina had been a busy place but there had been some odd types there still.  Members of the Red Scourge Pirates, the name stuck out in his mind.  Slavers and raiders, but they were doing their business in Hutt territory and were taking heat for their action.  One Hutt in particular was not happy with their organization named Yajjorm the Hutt.  Last he had heard or could remember hearing was the pirates were looking for a blue skinned woman and to pick up some extra cargo for spice mining.<br/><br/>Time would tick by as Uryirc scanned the walls.  Most of the obvious panels and access points seemed to be firing sparks from the interior.  The ship had taken a nice bit of damage thus far and its ability to maintain integrity was highly suspect at this point.  Still one would be made available for him eventually.<br/><br/>The man screamed when Trask rushed him.  He back pedaled, swinging wildly with his stick.  Luck certainly seemed to favor the fool hardy as the man’s throat slipped just out of Trask’s grasp.  A thin line of blood coated his claws to further the blood lust.  The baton fell uselessly against the side of the lizard’s shoulder.  Unfortunately the act of pulling away had also dragged the warrior into the hallway where he now saw a group of thugs rushing toward them with blasters coming to their shoulders.<br/>