[h3]Outer Orgon System, 9:11 pm, 
Black Market Goods Station[/h3]
Gunfire from both sides punctuated the atmosphere as Ellie and Joshua crawled amongst cover. In light of the danger they were in of getting struck by the crossfire, Ellie decided against making any further jabs at McPhie. Instead, she focused on tracing their way back to the bay the landed in. For a moment she wished she had given McPhie his cigar back, because maybe the ashes would've been a sort of bread crumb trail for them to follow. Perhaps that was wishful thinking and most likely improbable, but anything seemed easier than navigating this mess of a situation. 

Ellie then bumped into a equipment stall, or what was left of it. She then recalled their possible lack of space suits, and suddenly getting shot wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Quenching her anxiety, Ellie just sifted through the cases until she found what was the best of the stock. McPhie nudged her wondering what she was doing and she shoved the men's suit case at him. They continued crawling, the firefight still raging when, to her relief, they found their way back to their bay. She thanked whoever decided to sell the unregulated fusion-powered sex toys at their black market stall-- Very peculiar and unforgettable merchandise, to be sure. 

The both of them skipped through during a second lull in the conflict, the door slamming shut behind them. McPhie then scowled and pulled his revolver.

[color=f7941d][b]BANG.[/b][/color]

[b]"Awright, playtime's over. Git away from the ship or get fried up, understand?"[/b] The mechanics who McPhie had tipped earlier to mind the ship were coddling it a little more than they should've been. Upon the gunshot and his assertion, they scattered and darted into the vents to get away from the bay but also avoid the raid in the main room. Ellie and McPhie both boarded their ship promptly and closed the boardwalk up behind them. Joshua took a handle of the controls while Ellie took her suit case to the side to get changed. The interface then beeped a god-awful noise.

[b]"What in tarnation...?" [/b]And to McPhie's dismay, the urchin mechanics had most probably grifted him.  [b]"Oh, no... No, no, no..."[/b] He started going into the ship's computer system and thought about how best to tell the ship to compensate. After a few minutes of frustrated dead-end command lines and brain-wracking, the alert disappeared, and the ship whirred to life. [b]"Aw hell yeah! We're good to go!"[/b] McPhie cheered triumphantly/
[b]"Not dressed like that, you're not. Put the damn suit on, McPhie,"[/b] Ellie chimed in as she entered the cockpit, all suited up in a red-white atmospheric combat suit. McPhie wolf whistled in appreciation, mostly at how well it hugged her curves.

[b]"You did grab me a men's, right? Ah, but even then, it's not really my style..."[/b] Ellie didn't respond-- not at first as she pointed out the window. 
[b]"And you're gonna tell me [i]that[/i] is your style?"[/b] McPhie turned to look at what she was seeing, and he had probably much the same expression she probably had under the glass of her visor. 
[b]"Uh, are you able to... Just take a hold of this here while I... Okay, back in a jiffy!"[/b] Ellie dashed forward as Joshua dashed out with the suit case, already feeling maybe a small percentage better being the pilot instead of McPhie. She took to the controls like second nature, upping the thrust and riding the flash of the ships thrusters outta the bay and into the frying pan of the oncoming G.I.A blockade.