[u][b]Entering Republic of Mandalore Space
Silver Fang Vessel Guiding Light [/b][/u]

The [i]Guiding Light[/i] shook violently as Vorax heard the whine of the hyperdrive generators grow louder and louder. The [i]Guiding Light[/i] had taken severe damage over the course of the battle but Vorax was unaware of how much damage the hyperdrive engines had taken. So far, the five surviving members of the crew were on the bridge, doing their best to keep the ship going until they could find someplace to hopefully make repairs and possibly attempt to meet up with the refugees they had sent to the Republic of Mandalore before the battle had started. 

Torro approached him from the side and motioned at the hull integrity monitors as the ship continued to shake violently. "We can remain in hyperspace for another five minutes before we risk the ship tearing itself apart. We are close enough to space claimed by the Republic of Mandalore to possibly reach a repair station, we just don't know if they'll consider us hostile or not." Vorax sighed heavily. "This would be much easier if our reputation had not been ruined by the huttssss. Granted, with the number of slaves we freed from their greasy clutches there is no way to avoid it, but still, it would be easier to find someone willing to repair our shipssss. I tell you my friend, We have been labeled as pirates by most of the known galaxy thanks to those damn slugssss."

"We are not pirates! We are freedom fighters and liberators!" Despite the fact that his mechanical vocal cords usually made his voice sound flat and mechanical, this time he somehow managed to add a low angry growl to it. "If we can somehow meet up with the refugee fleet I'm sure they will speak the truth. We will finally be recognized as what we are: Heroes!" Vorax turned to look at his first mate and shook his head. "We did not do this to be seen as heroes, my friend. We did this because the hutts have enslaved so many across the galaxy. We began this crusade against the hutts so that sentient beings under their rule had a chance for freedom." Torro looked at his captain and nodded. "Of course, sir. Forgive my enthusiasm."

Vorax clapped his first mate on the back and smiled a toothy smile. " It'ssss alright, my friend. You are right though, if we can meet up with the refugees we sent ahead it is possible they can explain that we are not pirates. And the more they believe we are not pirates or trying to steal from them, the greater the chance they will let us us dock at a repair yard."

"Approaching Mandalorian space, sir."

Moments after that announcement, the [i]Guiding Light[/i] suddenly dropped out of hyperspace and and the lights around the bridge suddenly began to go out one after another. "Status report!" Vorax shouted. "Bridge functions are being rerouted to deck four!"

The communications system suddenly activated and an unwelcome but familiar laugh boomed across the bridge. "I didn't think you had it in you, little lizard, to vent the decks. It was a valiant attempt and it may have worked had you used the technique a few minutes earlier. Thankfully, I was sealed up in the engine room along with my guards. One last chance, little lizard. Surrender yourself. Or I will vent oxygen from the bridge and watch as you and your men die gasping for air."

Torro and Vorax looked at one another. "Why won't that damn slug die?!" Vorax growled angrily as Torro barred his teeth. "Is the distress call still transmitting?"

"Yes sir, it looks as if they haven't deactivated it yet."

"Keep transmitting, and let's hope someone hears it. In the meantime, try to keep him from carrying out his threat."