Merrin was already moving to the cockpit when they were jarred out of hyperspace. His mind was racing as he tried to think of what he could do to get out of this situation. He had a pair of laser cannons, which might deter the TIE's long enough for him to outrun them. They wouldn't go too far from their support vessels, but that was a huge risk. While a Corellian typically has no care for the odds, he didn't to try that solution just yet. Then another idea hit, just as desperate but it was a bit less dangerous than trying to outrun and outfight two ships and ten fighters.<br/><br/>"You, follow me!" He said to his passenger, starting for the cargo hold. "Wrench, power up the life support systems to the hold, and start powering down the sheilds and weapons. Leave the engines on minimal power."<br/><br/>He led the man to the cargo hold and opened up the concealed compartment. "I can't out fight them and it'll be damned hard to outfly them. Luckily, there's a reason I'm still alive and it's got nothing to do with running headfirst into a fight. Get in. Close it up when they board, and you'll have enough air for about two hours. I'll knock like this" he rapped on the wall three times in quick succession and twice more at longer intervals "when it's safe o come out. Got it? Good." He left to return to the cockpit.<br/><br/>"Wrench, get me my Imperial papers." when the little droid rolled off to his quarters to get the documents, Merrin activated his comm. "This is The Loaded Dice. Weapons, engines and shields have been depowered" He waited a moment, and then continued. "May I ask why I am being boarded?" he ventured. He figured he should play the part of a (mostley) law abiding citizen, who would want to know why his vessal was being stopped and searched. Criminals would already know.