Eryn looked up at the tall new arrival, drawing a very deep, exasperated breath. [color=00a99d]“...No?”[/color] she answered him with a furrowed brow, anxiety at the idea of having to repeat everything almost overwhelming what little control she had over her need to run or stab something. Not that the newcomer towering above them all would have been a good place to start that. From what she’d seen on Abilene, she figured he could shut down any threat with one punch easily. But she knew she had one chance at this, so after a tense pause and one or two panicked looks at the droid hoping it would talk for her, Eryn set her jaw and closed her eyes in irritation. 
[color=00a99d]“Needed a ride. Couldn’t pay. Didn’t trust anyone. I like small spaces. Only ship to land in weeks. Saw opportunity. Took it,”[/color] she growled, jerking her chin at the astromech. [color=00a99d]“Tripped over the metal. Got caught. Here we are.”[/color] 
And here they were. She could hear at least some of the others outside the closed doors.
It took her a minute to realize she probably sounded how she felt, and more than likely it wasn’t doing her any favors, so she did her best to soften a bit. [color=00a99d]“I’ll work. Labor for a ride, like I told the dome. Don’t want any trouble.”[/color]

Wrench’s radome spun to look at Jet. [color=8dc73f]*she broke my ceiling. We need to remove her from the ship before she breaks something we can’t live without*[/color]

Jet’s eyes stayed on Wrench a moment longer, jaw tight. [color=ff0000]”Yeah, she busted the ceiling, and stowed away.”[/color] He ran his hand back through his hair, exhaling slowly. [color=ff0000]”Not exactly her finest day, I’m sure.[/color] He glanced toward the girl, then back again to the droid. [color=ff0000]”But locking the crew out and nearly venting her? That ain’t your call to make, Wrench. Damage or no.”[/color]

He turned to the stowaway then, his voice level but edged with wear. [color=ff0000]”And you, don’t say you didn’t want trouble. You brought it the second you crawled aboard.”[/color] He paused, a small sigh as he rubbed his face with his hand. [color=ff0000]”You didn’t know who we were, fine. But you still made the call to sneak aboard. That’s on you.”[/color]

He shifted his weight in the doorway, another breath, steadying. [color=ff0000]”Look, it’s not my decision whether you get to stay or not, but I’m not about to space you for being desperate. Sit tight. The rest’ll be here soon enough, and I doubt they’ll be shy about it.”[/color]

Wrench said nothing to the tall human – the one with one ‘proper’ arm (and one fleshy arm.) Thankfully, humans had trouble discerning droids’ ‘eff off’ face from their ‘I’d die for you’ face…

Hearing Jet on the comms, she pulled her weapon. [color=AE91B8]“Screw this…”[/color] Aellyn stepped into the common area, toward the door that Wrench had closed. With one hand she slammed against it. [color=AE91B8]”C’mon Wrench..open up. They can’t go anywhere.”[/color] 

Fel followed Aellyn out of the cockpit, a determined look etched onto his features. Aellyn drew her gun, Fel drew his. Damn good idea. But Aellyn was back to beating on the door. Fel was through with that noise. Instead, he leveled his Power5 at the access panel, and fired, point-blank. The electrical panel blew apart in a short, sharp report – a little smoke, a few sparks. Tearing what was left of the panel off the wall, the Pilot hacked the wiring bundle off the back of the reader, and grounded the circuit against the casing, completing the circuit between the two hot leads. The access panel was virtually destroyed, but if anyone was going to kark up his ship, it was damn well going to be him. 

The door slid open, and Fel levelled the heavy blaster once more, smoke still curling from the wide emitter shroud, this time at Eryn’s head. [color=F7941D]“What in the three suns is this, Schutta… this ain’t no rutting taxicab, Di’kut. Fracking scrunty spoggick!”[/color]

[color=AE91B8]“I’m using you as a ride?”[/color] Aellyn quipped, raising her blaster slightly as she looked to the Pilot before turning her attention back to the other three. Where was the kid? She wondered. She looked over at the stowaway, easing up before holstering her weapon, believing the numbers were in their favor. 

Jet’s lip curled as Fel and Aellyn stepped in. [color=ff0000]”Speaking of trouble..”[/color]

Fethin’ hell, if Eryn had to repeat herself again…
Maybe just dying would be easier.

[color=00a99d]“Again! Trouble! Don’t want it!”[/color] Eryn raised her voice, wiggling her raised hands with urgency as she glared down the smoking barrel in her face. Even in her anxious, beleaguered state, she caught the words from the woman as she holstered her weapon, indicating this was his ship and he was in charge. Eryn had figured as much, from watching the interactions on Abilene, but the confirmation helped. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted that the fiery-haired female had put her weapon away, though.

What felt like a long minute was probably only a few seconds as Eryn scrambled around in her own brain, looking for any signs of her mother’s quick, witty tongue or her father’s savvy one-liners, anything to give her an edge here. But she could barely remember their faces now, much less try to absorb the last sparkle of their personalities. She came up pretty short pretty fast.

Floundering mentally, she gave up, opened her mouth, and prayed there was something in there worth speaking. [color=00a99d]“Just lock me up!”[/color] 

….Welp. That’s the last time she’d try that tactic. 

[color=00a99d]“Or put me to work, I’ll fix your karkin’ ceiling,”[/color] she threw a glance at the droid, [color=00a99d]“I’ll-.. I’ll pay off my ‘ride’ to wherever you’re going with labor and then you’ll never have to see me again. But I’m here now, I just needed to get off that gorram planet, but I don’t have any credits and you were the first ship in weeks, and I know what I’m usually good at, which is not being seen, current situation aside, so I…snuck in.”[/color] She dropped her hands finally. [color=00a99d]“I didn’t take anything except that food in the galley, once you were done. So just…”[/color] If she wasn’t resigned to her fate, she did a decent job of looking like it. [color=00a99d]“Lock me up, put me to work, but I-...”[/color] 
She met their eyes, one by one, with maybe the first genuine emotion she’d felt since she’d arrived on Abilene. 
Well, besides anxiety and annoyance and murderous rage.
[color=00a99d]“...I think all of you’ve known what it’s like. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive.”[/color]

Fel listened. He really listened. Tried to put himself in her shoes. It wasn’t a place he’d been in, for many years. Longer than he cared to recall. And when last he had been in that unenviable position, he hadn’t been given a choice. He’d been tossed out at the next station. Not even a planet or a moon. He’d made that cold, dirty station ‘home’ for six months. And he had certainly been ‘doing what you gotta do’ for years. He eased off the trigger, though there was still steel in his eyes. [color=F7941D]“Not being seen, huh? …tell me more about that.”[/color]

Eryn narrowed her eyes, gaze flicking from him to the blaster and back to him. [color=00a99d]“Let me live ‘til your next stop and I’ll tell you?”[/color]

Jet watched the blaster ease down, caught the subtle shift in Fel’s shoulders. The kind that said calculation. He was weighing his options and he knew what made him do it. He’d seen that look before. Jet’s brow creased slightly, just enough to show he’d clocked the change. He didn’t speak, not yet, he didn’t need to, but one dark, greying eyebrow lifted just a little. He already knew what Fel was thinking, and was waiting to see if he was right.