A wave of panic washes over the pigman's face. "You want to battle the Justicars?" His greasy green skin turns a pale shade of white the air of calculating menace quickly lost due to the stress of the incoming assault. The ship begins to violently shudder, the sounds of warping metal fills the hull of the Fate's Fortune. The Gammorrean looks over the group. "They are coming, we need to leave quickly." The Gammorrean motions to the metal create. The group begins to hear metal being sliced apart, as the boarders start to invade the ship through its cargo doors. Molten metal rains from the port side doors, bright sparks illuminating the dark cargo bay.