"Ye got it, lass." AVLN declared on the speakers, and then went quiet once more. Neil followed Sayeeda, looking around the walls and the circuitry. Behind her, he nearly poked once of the loose circuits with his finger, before seeing it light up with a faint blue glow as if anything that came near it would be fried. He decided better not risk it, and slipped his free hand back in his pocket. "Smuggling I don't mind, either." He said matter-of-factly. He starting rummaging around in some of the cargo boxes in the hold, seeing if anyone had left any loot in here from when last it was flown, even if the last to fly it was Gorlan's goons. "You're the Captain. Long as it's fun, I'll be behind ya." And it was at that moment he was disappointed that he hadn't the mind to use the name 'Gorlan's Goons' when he was in his custody. Sounded like a merc team, in all honesty. The ship juttered a bit for a second, but kept steady. Neil glanced upwards, and then waited for a moment until he shrugged. He began to pick through the boxes once more, when something slammed into the hull of the ship like a hammerblow. Neil shot into the air from the sudden yanking of the ship's stationary gravity, and he hit the deck hard, bruising his back in all probability. "I'm up," he groaned, and picked himself off the ground as he tried to get his bearings straight. "Ship's shields at 87%, lads." "What's going on?" Neil asked. AVLN explained not a moment later that an unlabeled and unlicensed cruiser was in pursuit of them, firing lesser model missiles at the back of their hull. Neil only had to think for a moment before he realized it must be an OPR (Orbital Pirate Raider). "How many?" "Just one far as I can tell." [@Penny]