As Sayeeda spoke, Neil was banking hard. His hands on the manual controls pulling back to the left, and even through the various Xarconian steel walls could they hear the thrum of the engine as it hastened. 

"Wh-" Taya breathed, unable to bring the words in her mind to bear at this unnecessary risk. "What, why!? Are you two insane?" 

"Hell yes I can get those engine's functional." Neil replied to Junebug, ignoring Taya for the moment. The Highlander arced across the 'western' portion of the bio-fleet. Neil had the ship ducking and whirring around the last vestiges of the greater fleet, the signal beacon going off and on every few moments to announce a projectile or ship that was coming close, only for it to be left far behind from the daring maneuvers Neil had to pull. 

Junebug would see the odd Bio-ship splintering off to pursue, but it would be a lax effort on their part. What was one ship that would bring them no sustenance compared to Fornax? 

Up ahead, the derelict freighter was so vast it was visible even through the window. The size of a small city, its tail-end broken off. Debris as large as city blocks filtered out lazily, following the ship by no reasoning past its sheer gravity. Neil approached gingerly, though Taya still held onto her seat for dear life after he had slowed. Despite the adrenaline pumping through him, he had to appreciate the quiet intensity of a dead mega-freighter. 

He'd heard of deep space graveyards before. Massive collections of various broken ships gathered together by gravity, floating within the nothingness of space. He had to think this is what one of those looked like. 

Neil carefully turned the ship's thrusters to and fro as he crept the Highlander through the islands of steel at the derelict's back, finally squeezing into the closest he could get to the ship's center. He turned on the electromagnetic stabilizers to keep their ship grounded as he landed with a gentle thud. 

"What happens if one of you dies?" Taya said. "Or both? I can't fly this ship!" 

"Look, neither of us are going to die." Neil said with the tone of speaking to an annoying boss or a nagging mother. The irony of his statement wasn't lost on Taya as blood still dripped from his side from the bullet wound. "We'll be back before you know it. Lonney, take care of her." He said, unbuckling his seat.

"Rought sir!"   
[@Penny]