Even before the ramp was up, the ship was already lifting off the ground, M8 using his connection to make it so. Elias ignored the jab at the state of his ship, he didn't care what others thought; after all, it was his ship. However, as he took his place in the pilots seat, the request for a gunner's seat brought smile to his face behind his helmet. "Central shaft leads up and down to two auto-turrets. Just make sure you remember NOT to shoot my ship in your old age." Punching the throttle, the ship shoots out of the hangar and into space, right into the midst of a space battle.

All around them, the pirate ships and larger freighters that hadn't made the jump to hyperspace before the Imperials arrived were engaged with the Imperial light cruisers, with a pair of star destroyers looming just out of range, hammering the station on occasion. "Holy shit, talk about a small ar-" And then a TIE fighter strafed them, not taking out the shields, but reminding the smuggler that they [i]were[/i] in the middle of a battlefield. Making a hard right, he exposes the offending fighter to the combined fire of both Tyrell and M8. "Hold on to your hats!" Throwing the throttle forward again, the old XS Freighter soars forwards, it's pilot expertly maneuvering between dogfights and volleys of fire from one capitol ship to the next. TIE fighters would occasionally chase the ship, but would either get blasted from the sky by it's gunners or out run by the faster ship.

A series of beeps, however, caused the Mandalorian to curse. "Sith spit! Tyrell, interceptors inbound! Fire in a wider pattern!"