Miranda leaned forward and examined the control panel, running her fingers over the surface of the nearest console.

"It does have a certain elegance," she admitted, forming her finger and thumb into a child's imitation of a gun.

"We drop a plasma blast in the landing bay, Skrivver and his boys get all cripsy, the Hedge execute a pirate chief, the Blackcloaks are leaderless, piracy goes down and we get a ship... everybody wins."