"Just what I require..." Rayne murmured upon entering the landing bay for a certain malfunctioning ship. The poor guy inside it probably wouldn't know what hit him... While the door was still open she crept on inside and slid one of the blasters out of its holster. As the sound of boots trampling on the metal floor came closer, Rayne took cover. And as soon as the hopefully-alone pilot was close enough, she'd turn the corner and blast his face off!

[I]No, no, that's way too harsh. I'll give him or her a nice, friendly 'get the hell off my new ship'. Yeah, that works![/I]

So she revised her new plan not to blast the guy's face off, and instead prepared to make him give the ship up, without having to give him a third, molten eye!