Sven clanked up the access way as Neil began flipping switches in the cockpit, the cyborg was cleaning a bloody dagger with an oily rag he had evidently picked up amongst the detritus of the shipping yard. His eye tracked from the smoking pistol in her hand to the dead guard who lay on the concrete, blood slowly spreading from the neat hole in his sternum. 

"Not bad for being half dead," Sven said grudgingly. Sayeeda smiled, her olive skin uncharacteristically pale and baring her white teeth.

"I like to think I could make that shot even dead," she said through clenched teeth. Sven grunted and continued on his way. From somewhere outside the ship the 20mm cannon that Saxon wore sputtered a short, ugly sounding burst and was answered by a hail of return fire and a half dozen clangs against the hull as stray small arms fire struck the half derelict freighter.

"Time to go," Sayeeda said or at least tried to say. The lizard man came stomping up the ramp before slapping a control to close the hydraulic ramp. The cannon in his left arm still smoked though clearly the burst had jammed the weapon he had spent the past half hour trying to unjam it. Kink in the loading tube, Junebug thought as the engines roared to life.

"I should kill you both now," Saxon hissed looking at the gun in Sayeeda's lap. He rightly guessed she didn't have the strength to raise it. Sayeeda laughed a mocking laughed that flecked her lips with blood. 

"Please," she sneered, "You going to fly us up out through whatever anti-air they have, passed whatever merc ships they managed to scramble and then deal with a Terran warship?" Saxon's nostrils flared but he stomped passed her towards the cockpit, tali flicking back and forth. The hull plating kicked up as the engines roared to life and the freighter began to lift. It obviously was too small to bother with grav plating which meant the ride up to orbit promised to be punishing.