As his ship shuddered to the side he cracked a smirk beneath his rebreather. "Hold it here double D. Spin us towards where we were going to land." He got up out of his chair and restoked the thermal detonators on his belt, as well as grabbing a gas grenade. The one he grabbed was simply loaded with a sedative. He was wishing he hadn't used the last of his FEX-M3 nerve gas grenades on the Star Destroyer. Grabbing a slugthrower, he made his way to the loading ramp. As it lowered, he saw a person standing on what he assumed was cloaked ship. "Morning," He called out, resting the slug thrower over his shoulder, and using the hand that held the gas grenade to support himself, hiding the grenade behind the support strut. "Lovely day for it, isn't it?" He asked, without referring to what 'it' actually was.