Zirex had grabbed the surviving Imperial crew member and placed him in the pilot's seat next to him. "Dropping out of Hyperspace in 3...2...1..." The Imperial said quietly. After a moment, the lines of Hyperspace vanished and Zirex found himself looking into a war zone. "Kark!" He shouted angrily as he saw three Imperial Star Destroyers directly in front of him firing on a badly damaged ship that he could only imagined belonged either to Pirate forces or possibly the Rebellion. The ship looked like it was about to blow itself up so he began plotting a course around it when he suddenly felt a fist slam into the back of his head. His head slammed against the console and he grunted as he heard the Imperial speak rapidly.

"Attention any Imperial vessel! This is Ensign Teril of the Imperial freighter Virex!" He spoke in a tone filled with panic. "I'm the last surviving member of the crew! We've been boar-!" Zirex grabbed the Imperial's head and slammed it repeatedly against the console to the side of him until he stopped moving.

Zirex cursed to himself for a moment as he tried to adjust his voice.

"Uh...Never mind." He tried to sound like Teril but he couldn't quite match the high pitched tone of the Imperial that was most likely dead. "I repeat. There is nothing wrong with this vessel."

He knew it wouldn't fool them for long so he pointed the bow of the ship down towards the planet and accelerated to full speed while throwing what auxiliary power he had to the shields and engines.

He looked at the Imperial corpse and muttered under his breath. "You're really making my life difficult, you know that?" He growled.