"Proceed 320 Kilometers forward and lower any defense systems you may have. That is an order." the voice over the comm demanded. It was the wrong way to end a phrase when speaking to Neil. If he hadn't already sworn allegiance to you, he'll sooner shoot you than comply with any orders you had to give. He was about to tell the Terran's to go fuck themselves when he noticed a slight movement to the side, and realized it was Junebug's head slumping as she lost consciousness. 

Neil's head began to burn out of a sudden spike of anxiety. "Fine, fine...yeah yeah." he agreed. 

Saxon grabbed Neil and pulled him up to dangle over the chair, his mandible smelling of a fresh kill. "Are you insane? If you are not working for them, what do you think they're doing here if not to imprison you?" 

"You're not wanted, are you?" Neil asked him, swallowing. His heart beat rapidly, though it was more out of worry for Sayeeda than fear of Saxon, unless Saxon saw to it they did not comply. "Do you really think we can outrun them in this junker?" 

"He's right." Sven said, his gravely voice as neutral as ever. He simply looked forward, worry not present, but as always with a calculated pragmatism. "Judging by the limited information, I still gather we have a 1 in 870 chance of evading them, and if we did, where would we go? Our goal was to find their interstellar ship. Without it, we will be unable to survive."

Saxon dropped Neil into the chair, clenching his massive, clawed fists in barely surpressed anger. Neil ignored him. "We have wounded on board." Neil said over the Comm. The static disappeared and the voice spoke again. "Medical staff standing by. When the ship is docked, hand over all weapons and await further instruction." 

Neil sped the ship forward with all haste, nearly frying the thrusters. Never in his life had he willingly gone toward the law until today. 
[@Penny]