[h3][B][U]Collab between [color=darkolivegreen]Lord Wraith[/color] and [color=Firebrick]BlackSam[/color][/U][/B][/H3]

The Jumper made its way through the asteroid belt as Hob expertly handled the controls. Shaking from another impact of enemy laser, Hob cursed angrily under his breath as the Thanagarian cruiser continued to give chase. 
    
[color=darkolivegreen]<"I knew I should have re-stocked the weapons before we took off! But no, we have no funds because someone decided rations were more important than ammunition!">[/color] He yelled. 

[color=firebrick]"That's why you should get a sword.  Swords never need restocking.  Swords are like. . . infinite ammo."[/color]  Answered Rane mildly.  He had draped himself carelessly over the main passenger seat, the Sword of the Skyfather cradled tenderly in his arms.  For a [i]man [/i] who was currently a passenger in the middle of a intense, intergalactic dog fight he seemed incredibly calm and composed. It made Hob look even more enraged in comparison.

[color=firebrick]"Besides, I gave Sentinel an alternative to buying more rations, but he shot me down when I suggested we just eat you.  Probably thinks we'd choke on all the lil bones. . . ."[/color]

[color=slategray][i]Or maybe he tastes as bad as he smells?  [/i][/color]

[color=firebrick]"Equally valid point."[/color]

[color=darkolivegreen]<"WHAT!">[/color] Hob turned around raising his mechanical arm and pointing his welding laser at Rane. [color=darkolivegreen]<"Try it! I'll turn you into, what was it... barbecue faster than you can draw that over-sized sliver of metal.">[/color] The gremlin screamed before turning back to the controls. [color=darkolivegreen]<"You want a sword! I'll show you a sword!">[/color] He yelled before ripping open the control panel in front of him and pulling a couple fuses before plugging them into other slots. 

[color=darkolivegreen]<"Full power to the forward shields, additional power to afterburners.">[/color] Hob slammed the controls down as he back-flipped the ship, spinning it over as he righted the vessel before steering it directly towards the bridge of the cruiser. 

Rane's lipless mouth curved up in what could have been a snarl, but was equally likely to be a smile.  Either way it wasn't the prettiest of sights.  One would be forgiven for thinking that the Canmorian, a self professed lover of battle, had tricked his Krolotean comrade into turning his escape attempt into a full frontal charge.  If that was the case then Hob needed to have a good look at his priorities.  

[color=slategray][i]That hairless monkey is so malleable.  And he thinks he is the smart one. [/i][/color] 

[color=firebrick]"He can't help it,"[/color]  Rane said aloud.  [color=firebrick]"It's small creature syndrome.  He has much to prove, overcompensating for his small size you see."[/color]   Talking aloud, seemingly to himself, was quite a common trait for the Canmorian.  Just another of his many, many, [b]many[/b] curious habits that led to others thinking he was cracked.  

[color=slategray][i]You're small for your species, aren't you Rane?  Explains so much. [/i][/color] 

The Canmorian's eyes narrowed in annoyance.  

[color=firebrick]"Quiet Sword.  No one asked you."[/color]   

[color=slategray][i]Oh, don't be like that Rane.[/i][/color]  But the Lizard man wasn't talking to the weapon any longer, instead fixing all his attention upon the swiftly oncoming cruiser.  He still seemed completely at ease, though the fidgeting of his fingers gave him away, talon digits running up and down the sweat-stained leather of the Sword of the Skyfather's hilt.  

All around the Jumper, debris exploded as the small ship burst through the cruiser. Wall after wall impacting against the hull as Thanagarian soldiers flew each and every way. All across the controls, the display began to flash and glow red, yellow and various other warning colors. 

[color=darkolivegreen]<"Stupid hunk of junk!">[/color]  Hob said smashing his fists down on the controls as the ship came to a halting stop. The vacuum of space behind them suddenly disappeared as the Thanagarian ship's own safety measures kicked in and seal off the hull breach. Winged soldiers in full armor slowly surrounded the vessels as they leveled weapons towards the cockpit. 

[color=darkolivegreen]<"Exit the vessel with your hands up!">[/color]  The lead officer said as Hob turned around in his seat. Things had been tense in this region of space since the Thanagarian-Rann war had begun but the United Planets had known what to expect when they sent the ship into this sector. It was missions like this that made hiring mercs like Rane logical.

[color=darkolivegreen]<"Well, go do your slice-y thing!">[/color]  Hob shouted angrily as he walked passed the reptilian man. Retrieving his exo-suit, Hob climbed into his controls as the suit closed around him. 

[color=darkolivegreen]<"I am not being taken down by a bunch of overgrown avians!">[/color]  He yelled at Rane.