"Are you fucking insane?!" That belt probably had a higher kill count than most ace starfighter pilots, and the man in his gunner seat wanted Elias to fly into it? Now granted, Elias was one of the few pilots who had managed to fly fairly far into it and make it out unscathed, but he, along with every other pilot who'd tried, be they dead or alive, had never made it all the way through. As he opened his mouth to argue further, the [i]Eclipse[/i] was rocked by another strafe of TIE Interceptor fire and he growled. "Sith spit..." Jerking the ship right onto the appropriate heading, it didn't take long for the ship to be amongst the asteroids.

Elias flew a route he'd used before, specifically to escape an upset client's hit men. He certainly hoped that they'd spent that money before going after him, because, as he swerved between two asteroids at just the right moment while one of the Interceptors met it's end between them, they hadn't made it out of the field. Swerving around another asteroid, he pulls up sharply to get out of the path of a larger one and go over it. "When we get out of here, we need to discuss what exactly I'm helping you with and," he jerks the ship to the right and the final TIE crashes into the asteroid Elias had avoided, "payment for services rendered."

With their pursuers dealt with and the battle for the shadowport left behind in the space dust, Elias took the time to fly a bit more carefully, though he maintained his high speed just in case the Empire decided his upgraded but outdated freighter was worth the trouble. "So, start talkin', Tyrell. Why are you here?"