Her eyes darted away from the displays long enough to glance at Abran's face, and then she nodded, a slight smirk spreading over her face.  "Seven eighths speed, 8 degrees.  I hope this works as well as every other trick I've seen one of your people come up with."  Baring her teeth, she took the few seconds needed, and then her hands exploded into motion over the pad, not only checking her own piloting displays, but trying to keep an eye on the launch bays as well.<br/><br/>She gritted her teeth, and then barked out.  "Gunners, you've got three seconds, make 'em count!" she hissed as the entire ship slowed perceptibly.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=54853) piloting check against a 42 Agility</div></div>