@La'kuus Quelin
Her words were lost on Olan as he quickly tapped several buttons to start the burnjets under the ship, propelling it vertical slowly as the landing gear stowed itself into the underbelly of the ship. Lights buzzed in and out of life as the ship came alive. Unlike what was below the ship, which was getting a very nice tan right now from the jets. Off to the right of the ship, La'kuus could probably see the passage way to the bay suddenly have a bunch of blue and black clothed security personnel running full tilt towards the ship. The jagged outline of carbine blasters in their hands were quickly replaced with the sudden flashes of light associated with blaster fire-and the bright red bolts generally. Thankfully none of the shots were impacting with the canopy, as the men and women were in a rush to try and hit SOMETHING-they mostly hit around the shoulder and neck of the canopy where armoring was.
A string of curses pealed out of the Spacer as he banked the ship slightly to the right so the canopy was less of a target, on the off chance they manage to pierce the duraglass and posi-shields with enough fire. This set the ship off course to clear the bay properly-and it impacted with a heavy thud against the outer lip of the bay door, shearing blocks of metal off the door and leaving a long scaling scratch on the port side. Dull ticking sounds of the blaster shots not impacting on the hull of the ship inneffectually.
As the ship gained altitude, the comms console began to beep madly with two incoming calls. Without a second thought, Olan opened up comms with the first with a deft poke of a single blue glowing button. "This is the Avalon." He said as he rammed the thruster bar forward, flattening Olan into his seat from the sudden gravitational change as they went from a slow climb-to nearly max speed.
With a face of granite, an old man wearing a dark blue and black security uniform showed up on the dash holo, like a living bust. This dour look sported on his wrinkled features, hair cut into a very festidious buzzcut. Something odd though, it looked like he had a company patch on his left shoulder...unusual for a security officer. "Avalon, this is Prime Security Sergeant Arnold Bal, you are to immediately to return to Bay-Twenty-Nine and kill your en-"
Olan didn't give the man time to finish his sentence as he ended the call and started the other. Growling under his breath; "Don't tell me to land after shooting at me, bub."
After a moment, a the holo showed the flappy jowled face of the Sullustan from earlier. Eyes wider than usual, either in anger or fear-one had a hard time knowing...atleast until he talked.
"Agh-Ba-Yutanu Orran! Mutaha-ji-la, enta-li! Bata-yu Orran, Nuta-tah, Feghtah urhu." Panic and fear and anger suffused every word of the Alien. Atleast it seemed that way, as its voice had gone from its drull to a high pitch shrill almost now. A several loud klaxons started to go off in the cockpit as a Freighter came into view of the canopy, Olan quickly plummeted the ship down to duck under the older HWK model freighter, and barely twisted the ship to the left in time to avoid clipping a civ-transport bus. Yanking the stick back up now to get some altitude back, aiming for the atmosphere for a moment, before flying back into traffic. One of the klaxons stopped, but one was still going off at a maddened pace, a red light popping up on the radar from behind their position, pulsating with each loud beep of the alarm.
"Thanks Vaun! We will get off world, don't worry...AND STOP CALLING ME!" And he shut down the comms quickly. Sparing a fleeting glance back at La. "You ever shot a gat-laser before?" Then snapped his head back forward, doing his best to avoid colliding with the crisscrossing ship and transport traffic infront of him. For some reason he wasn't trying to break atmosphere. In the background the warning alarm continued to beep on the radar between them, several more dots appearing...
