Antonius had also been unable to sleep, like most of the crew of the Monroe. How was he supposed to sleep with a bunch of butt-ugly rodents chasing them through space? Tony had washed his hands of the whole affair - there wasn't much diplomacy to be seen, and so he had no problem griping about the lack of tact in their approach. Certainly they wouldn't have been on the run from pirates if Tony had been given a chance to speak a few sentences.

Well, they probably still would be on the run. The Ulnar were a violent race, and pirates were no exception. Smooth talking likely would have done very little in the long run, but Tony wasn't one to admit that to anyone.

There was little Tony could do as they hurtled through space and prepared for an imminent attack. As the rest of the crew kept careful watch and worked at their posts, he found himself becoming more of a nuisance than he was comfortable with. And that was saying a lot, because Antonius often didn't acknowledge how much of a pain he could be.

And so after making his rounds, he finally retreated to his cabin. The room had very few personal effects except for the countless books on various cultures and languages of the galaxy. Tony had a few books he had purchased for his own pleasure, but he had made quite a point about not putting too much thought into decorating. He only planned to be on the ship until the Committee called him back.

What a damn romantic.

Even though they had been told to get some sleep, Tony had settled into the seat at his desk and flipped through one of the books he had pulled. The desk was more littered with belongings. A holographic picture frame sat in the corner, purposely in his line of sight despite the high stacks of books. It played footage of a Satasi woman and a young Satasi child chasing each other around a playground before the child threw herself in the arms of Antonius. The woman soon caught up with the young Satasi and also embraced Tony. The three of them smiled at each other and the footage slowed for a moment as the small family basked in each other's presence.

He stared at the hologram for a moment until it looped and then he returned to his work, reading about Ulnarian customs. At least he could attempt to reason with them before they ultimately poisoned him. But the sudden announcement over his comm from their captain startled him back into reality.

[color=ff7733]"Fuck..."[/color] he couldn't help but groan, shoving his chair out from the desk. Tony tapped his comm. [color=ff7733]"On it, Captain."[/color] Antonius grabbed his holster-belt and fastened it to his waist before setting off down the hall to the turrets. He drew his pistol as he moved down to the elevator.

It didn't take long before he finally arrived at the turrets and settled into the set. Tony grabbed the controls and prepared to fire at the ship once they were in position. But then Yasaliah's voice rang out over the comms. If he had been a stronger or more capable man, he might have run towards her and ensured her safety.

Instead, he put one finger to his comm as he started to fire at the other ship. [color=ff7733]"Anyone able to get to Yasaliah? I can't lose this shot."[/color] He eyed up one of the other ship's turrets and sent a few shots at them, hopefully disabling the other ship from returning fire. He then proceeded to aim at what he could only assume were weak points in the ship as he had been trained before boarding the Monroe. His shots ended up a bit more scattered than he wanted due to a mixture of nerves and lack of training, but he slowly began to get the hang of it, firing relentlessly at the opposing ship.