"Bah! Is that even a question?" Williams threw a smile at Flynn, a result of the contagiously optimistic nature of his friend. He was almost sure that he'd be sitting in this damn chair for longer this time, as they were waiting for their inevitable doom at the hands of pirates. But no, not thim time. He jumped out of the chair, patted the old fella and then left the cockpit waving for Flynn to follow.

As he was running down the hall, he turned on the intercomms just to be sure Flynn hears what he has to say. "You know, things are already bad as they are. What do you say to turning things up a notch." He stopped by the second storeroom, and opened the door hastfully. The purple haze filled containers were still lying in an orderly fashion in their crate, with a single one missing. "I know you weren't a fan of my previous idea to fill the ship with toxic gas, so I'm sure you won't like this." He picked up the container, he servos of his suit screaming as they lifted the heavy load. For canisters of gas, they sure were heavy. 

Williams busted out of the storerom like a charging rhino, and made his way to atmosphere control. The last gas canister was still there on the floor by the machine. He put down the heavy box, and began to speak into the intercomm as he lifted out one of the canisters. "I'm gonna make these pirates regret coming here." He inserted the canister into the right port and waited for the purple haze to disappear. "The air is already toxic, but I'm sure that they're used to similar tactics. Every goddamn scoundrel in this side of the galaxy has some sort of filter or rebreather." He removed the empty canister and put another one into the machine. It gave out a sharp beep and showed a red error message, but Williams ignored it, and began pouring the gas into the machine anyways. "Now, thats good and all, until you're walking into a room so filled with neurotoxic gas, that you can no longer filter out anything. As soon as they open those doors their airlock, or hopefully ship, will be filled with toxic gas. That's when we are going to strike them and hopefully capture their leader." He removed the empty canister and observed the toxicity levels of the air: 10x lethal dosage. Just for good measures, he lifted another canister from the crate and inserted it into the machine.