The Ninety Niner was not the nicest bar in Eyesore, which meant it was pretty crappy. Havock swatted at the flies that were on a kamikaze course for her face as she entered the establishment. Stepping over a large man passed out on the grotesque floor and dancing around several people stumbling between the half broken chairs, she kept her eyes on the woman sitting at the bar.

"So any luck yet?"

Havock nodded to the bartender and motioned for him to fill her glass with whiskey. She drank just to fit in and pass the time. She learned long ago that drinking alcohol did basically nothing to her. It entered her body and her cells laughed at its attempts to make her woozy.

"Heyyy you." Jaenna leaned heavily on her hand as she spoke her head bobbing slightly from the amber liquid she was consuming. She must have had an indulgent number of shot to get to the point of slurring words.

Havock took a sip of her drink. "Missed me yet?"

Jaenna downed a shot then wrapped her arm around the blonds neck pulling them both close and ran  a finger down her nose. "Maybe a little." She sighed and leaned back slightly. "I don't even know where d'start."

The younger of the two Osk captains smirked. "Probably not here babe. There is an air of desperation here.' She looked over at the bartender who was watching the two women intently. "No offense of course."

He jerked as if caught and scurried away.

"How about we take a stroll around the shipyards, I hear they are quite romantic in the night." Havock cocked her head to the side. "Well romantic if you like gas of unknown origin, small dots of spice sticks lit like life day lights, and women of unseemly professions singing mindlessly off key."

Jaenna smiled and reached over to down Havock's drink, then looked back into the blue eyed woman she still had her arm around. She bleched loudly enough for half the bar to turn briefly and giggled. "So yea...what'd you say?"

Havock blinked then pointed a finger at Jaenna's chest then back at her own. "Walk?"

"Oh yeaaaa, okay!" Jaenna quickly kissed Havock then zipped out of the bar with an agility no one should have possessed that drunk.

"Well this should be entertaining."

The bar was nearly empty by the time the two women stumbled out of the door, one leaning heavily upon the shoulder of the other. Aero knew both, though they were no more than acquaintances met by pure chance some time before. His lips curled up at the thought of the mission that had brought them together, though the grin quickly turned into a scowl as he remembered that he had left a perfectly good starfighter practically welded to the redhead’s hull.

He pushed up out of his seat, heading towards the door. As he passed by a particular stretch of the wall, he snatched his knife from its resting place. Even while slightly drunk, his accuracy with the knife had been top notch, something that again brought a grin to his face. The bartender hadn’t thought so of course, judging by the faint muttering and wary glances he cast Aero’s way every time the man let the knife fly towards the wall.

The far side of the bar was hidden mostly in shadow, as nearly all of the lights in that part had either been busted or short-circuited. Regardless, the shadows had hidden Aero from most of the bar, with the notable exception of the bartender, who had made it habit to keep an eye on Aero at all times. Because of this, the three men that followed the pair of women out of the bar missed seeing Aero, though the same could not be said for the reverse.

Aero’s eyes narrowed as he watched the lecherous glances that they had cast out the door as they exited. He ground his teeth for a moment, teetering as he tried to decide what to do. He could stay in the bar and drink to his heart’s content and remain perfectly safe, while the two women could possibly be raped and killed. Or, he could venture out in the dark in pursuit and hopefully prevent the rape and/or murder, all while trying to avoid being killed and/or raped himself. He glanced over the bartender, who was watching him closely.

“I don’t give a damn what you do. Just get the hell out of my bar before you hurt someone with that thing.” the man said, jabbing a finger at Aero’s blade.

He offered a shrug in reply and left. Out in the darkness, a regular being would have no idea where to go, the dimness of the lighting in the area making it next to impossible to see further than ten or so feet. But Aero had a bit of help. He blinked and flicked his eyes to the right, providing the necessary cues for his handy dandy goggles to switch to night vision. As a field of grays popped up, he swung his head around carefully, and managed to pick out three shapes moving down the street a long distance off. His eyes flicked to just past them, where he caught a brief flash of movement. A few more eye flicks, and his goggles were zooming in. Yes, the men were definitely pursuing the two women.

Readjusting his knife in his hand, he set off down the street at a jog, switching back to normal vision as he neared them. Drawing close, he slowed and silently padded forwards. The men heard and saw nothing, only a concussive boom in their ears and dizzying flash of pain as Aero slammed two of their heads together and cracked the hilt of his knife into the other’s temple. They went down without a struggle, and he quickly dragged them into a nearby alleyway, silently thankful that he avoided killing them.

Standing back up, he brushed his hands off and moved back out onto the street. He cursed as he realized that he had lost the two women, which meant that he had also lost his chance at regaining possession of his starfighter. Deciding to continue on down the street in the direction that he had last seen the pair, Aero walked on.

Soon, the street opened up into a wide plaza of a sort. He sighed as his gaze swiveled to each possible route that the pair could have taken. It wasn’t until he moved on into the plaza that he heard the voices carrying.

“I happen to have a VIP lounge at the Harlot. A lounge stocked with some of the finest whiskey planetside.” came a voice from inside a large building to his left.

He briefly debated his next actions, but had it decided for him as he heard the next words.

“What’s the catch?”

The words were drunkenly spouted and the voice was vaguely familiar. Aero decided that it was one of the pair, the one that had been celebrating her promotion.

“The catch is that you hear me out on a business proposal I have for you.” the first voice spoke again, “That includes you as well. I may need more than the one ship.”

He frowned. There were multiple people then. The pair might have found someone else.

More words drifted across the empty space, from the mouth of the newest Captain, “Whiskey you say…”

Their voices were growing louder as he approached, carefully maneuvering himself closer. He didn’t want to startle anyone and get a blaster bolt between the eyes.

“So? Do I send one of the boys ahead to prep the Harlot’s stocks for a hammering?”

He peeked around the corner to see a group in the distance. The two women he sought were facing another women. In the darkness, he couldn’t really tell her features and the night vision would only make everything less detailed.

“You got yourself a deal.”

He shrugged inwardly and stepped out.

“Need a pilot?” he asked loudly.

All the beings in the hangar reacted instantly, except for the drunk one. Producing blasters from various places, they trained them all on Aero, who slowly moved closer.

“No need to shoot, no need to shoot.” he wasn’t sure what else to say, so he tacked on, “I come in peace.”

He grimaced. It sounded stupid even in his head.

A woman, the one that the pair had been talking to, stepped forward, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Aero nodded towards the two women, “I followed them from the bar. They had few unsavory characters on their tail and I decided to follow behind to make sure nothing bad happened.”

The woman’s lip quirked, “How chivalrous. Where are these . . . unsavory characters?”

“Right now? Most likely still lying in an alleyway. They’ll probably be waking up in a few hours with a hell of a headache.”

The woman turned to one of the pair, the redhead, “Havock, do you know this man?”

Havock stepped forward, pausing a moment before nodding, “Aye, I do. He served on the Bitch a while back, for a little bit at least. Aero, I think his name was.”

“In my defense, you did basically kidnap me and force me stay on your ship.” he pointed out.

She shrugged, “That I did, at first.”

He pressed on, “Also, if you recall, you still have possession of a certain starfighter that belongs to me.”

She frowned, “You mean that fighter that you bolted to my hull without my knowledge?”

The unknown woman snorted, “Havock, you mean to tell me that you let some random space jockey attach a starfighter to the hull of the Bitch? Really?”

“Don’t look at me like that Kami. I was incredibly busy around that time. I can’t help it that I didn’t notice one more piece of junk attached to the hull.” she shot back.

She turned back to Aero and continued, “It’s still mostly in one piece. We did take a few parts out of it to patch up the Bitch, though most didn’t stick and we scrapped them.”

“But the fighter is still in one piece right?” he asked, a bit desperately.

She nodded, “It is.”

He grinned and bowed deeply, “Then I would like to offer my services as a pilot to whomever needs me. In return, I would ask that my starfighter be returned to me in it’s current state. I can get back whatever parts you took.”

The woman, whose name was apparently Kami, turned to Havock, “What do you say? I have no idea who he is, but if you trust him, he can be Jae’s pilot.”

Havock stared at Aero for a while before finally nodding, “I don’t trust him, but he did seem to know what he was talking about during his daily lectures to the occupants of the Bitch’s cockpit.”

Kami nodded, “Welcome aboard then, Aero.”

The Captain of the ship seemed lost in thought, pacing in front of the ship’s torpedo tubes. His crew lounged around; some played cards, some were tinkering with the ship’s guts, and an imaginative trio were painting the features of some type of creature onto the ship’s hull.

With a sigh, the man sat down, his back to the front landing strut of the gunship. His crew ignored him; the whims of their Captain would make themselves clear if he needed them, or wanted something.

“So I’m just saying, we’ve got this ship and we haven’t even broken her in yet,” whined his pilot. “I want to rip something apart with these guns.”

“Look,” replied the Captain, and jammed a cigar, unlit, into the side of his mouth. “Eyesore’s Osk’s. We can’t blow holes in shit just because you want to try out my new toy.”

“So get us a job, with assholes who shoot back,” the pilot continued.

“Finding a job ain’t like taking tea, Baillo,” the Captain replied. “I’m sure a job isn’t just going to waltz on by and -”

Four women (one nearly debilitated by her state of alcohol consumption) were having a raucous conversation. A man with goggles hovered a few feet behind.

Gates’ pilot pointed at the group with an idiotic grin on his face. “Three Captains and the Lady of Osk don’t get together for drinks, boss.”

“I hate it when this happens,” Gates said, standing and slapping the dust off of his pants. “When shit goes down, I can’t help but feel excluded if I’m not invited.”

The Captain adjusted his hat, shifting it from where it had been hanging by its thread on his neck and placing it on his head, like it was his official Osk rank feature. With a glance over his shoulder, he could see a few of his men milling about in the general vicinity of his ship, the Bloodfist.

“Collect the men,” he ordered, turning to follow the Pirate procession as it stumbled through the hangar. “It looks like we’ll have some excitement today, after all.”

The four Pirate women were moving slowly, two of the women supporting a third. The man turned as Gates closed within a dozen feet of the group, and a knife appeared in his grip, fast as thought.

Gates kept his thumbs tucked into his belt, but his palm rested on the handgun at his waist. “C’mon, man. We’re all friends here.”

His voice drew the attention of the four women, who turned. The leader of the little band was Kami herself, and she sighed. “Another one?”

The three women turned out to be Havock and the two newest Captains - Brightstar and Jaenna.

“Looked like you guys were going to be having a blast,” Gates replied, waving his cigar around with one hand. “and me an’ my crew are bored out of our god-damn minds. They’re just itching to blow something up.”

He stuck a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at his ship, and the men and women scurrying over it. “And it’s got a bit more punch than most of the freighters Osk runs. Ya won’t regret it if we get in a fight.”

“Well, if it’s a party anyway,” Kami said in resignation, “You might as well come along too.”

It was until she had stepped out into the dank and musky air of Eyesore that the actual amount of liquor she had consumed hit her. The woman had been so deep in her solo celebration that she had apparently lost count of just how many shots she had ordered and downed in the span of only a few hours. It was no matter, however, for even while she stumbled down the streets, helped along by Ayme, she was able to keep her composure. Well... most of it.

The minutes, or hours for all Jae knew, that had past were all scrambled about in her brain. She had to play catch up every few minutes, playing a big game of scrabble in her mind, just so that she could comprehend what had gone on and what had been said. Despite how confused her mind was, her gut had apparently taken over and accepted the mission that had been handed out. Once the light-bulb of this fact flickered into existence in her mind she was mostly back in one piece, looking around the lounge of Kami's ship and noticing the bottle of whiskey she grabbed however many moments ago.

After a final swig, a satisfied smirk and a happy smack of her lips she turned to Ayme and laughed. "This should be fun, yeah?" She placed the bottle back onto the table they all sat around and settled back into the rather comfortable seat she had found herself in, leaning over to Ayme and resting her cheek against the woman's shoulder for a moment. "I need a crew, though. The 'Stream won't run on just my awesomness."

"Your ego is showing." Bright poked fun at the newly appointed Captain with a light chuckle.

"Eh, you love it." The one-eyed woman hiccuped softly and sat back up, rolling her shoulders. "But seriously. Who's gonna help me run the 'Stream?"

Ayme and nudged Jae with her elbow. "Most of us are gonna be on the 'Stream with you, we can help."

"Won't do. I need my own crew. Coz what am I gunna do after this mission-ma-bob?" Despite the fact that she was slowly coming back to her 'sober' senses during the semi-serious discussion, most of her words were still jumbled together. "Plus, ya'll are too cool to take commands from me, yo."

A wave of laughter rolled through the group.

Bright settled back into her seat, glass of whiskey in hand, smiling. "Taking commands from you? Seems a little dangerous if ya ask me."

"I've done it before. Some of the most terrifying experiences in my life." Ayme grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the table and took a swig, only to spit it out in surprise as she was playfully smacked on the side of the head by the one-eyed captain.

"Hush you. That's why I want some more... expendable bodies for my crew." Jae grabbed the bottle from Ayme and took another swig then nestled it between her knees, a sense of possessiveness coming over her as she held onto the bottle with both hands. "So... where to find a doc, a secondary pilot, a gunner and a couple other bodies that I can torture?"

Her vision was still swimming in the liquor she had consumed, her mind entirely engulfed in the effects of being as drunk as she was. Despite the ability to keep a general sense of seriousness during a serious discussion, she was still sloshed, that much was rather obvious. Even despite her being as intoxicated as she was and the discussion going on she was still able to inwardly enjoy the fact that she was a Captain now, that she had her own ship and would soon have her own crew to command. Something about that lifted her up, causing a constant smile to light up her face, keeping a certain sparkle to her sea-foam eye.

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Short but I moved it along... Short of. :|

Their party grew as the young mechanic tagged along with the hodge-podge of Oskers. Jaenna led them with the confidence of a conquering general, the swagger of a prize fighter and the coordination of a three-legged nerf.

In her wake, the Captains varied from mildly amused - in Havock’s case - to practically despairing - in Garryll’s.

“This is the last time,” he reiterated to Aero for the third time, “that I ever get brow-beaten into doing something by my pilot.”

The man with the goggles nodded empathetically, though it was hard for Gates to tell with half of the man’s face covered by the high-tech device he had strapped to his head.

Jae held up several fingers and ticked one down. She threw a glance over her shoulder at the young mechanic at the rear of the group. “Mechanic down! What’s your name anyway?”

“Uh, the guys call me ‘Screwball,’ but my real name is -”

“Right! I need a pilot!” Jae continued. “Ayme! Lead me onwards!”

“Just keep going straight,” Havock replied, pointing. “Pilots usually like to gather far away from the rest of ‘em - it’s probably their fighter-jock mentality.”

A dozen men and women with various levels of spunk and who oozed ego sat around a make-shift bar - some clever captain had rolled out a few chairs and tables and broken out booze.

Jae bowled right in and sat down at a table filled with pilots and grabbed her new neighbor’s bottle from before him.

“So! I’m in the hunt for a pilot, and I hear this’s the place for it to be!”

“Hey,” Gates muttered to Havock, “This seems to be going better than with the mechanics - “

As if he had jinxed the very situation, it got ugly, very, very quickly. The pilot who had had his bottle stolen attempted to grab it back. He did manage to get it back, but it was cracked into the side of his head. A man further down the table, assumably the first man’s friend, pushed his chair back, but unintentionally upended the table.

Drinks flew, and curses flew a second later. In under five seconds, the entire collection of pilots and some crews were involved in a brawl.

Havock and Bright dove into the melee to reach Jae. She didn’t need her fellow Captains’ help, but they weren’t trying to help her - they were just trying to drag her out of trouble again.

Gates assumed the same stance as Kami, hand on forehead, frown on face. “I can tell this is going to go well.”

One of the pilots stepped towards the last three Oskers not involved in the brawl, but Gates and Aero reacted before the man could even swing his fist at them. In a flurry of motion, he was cartwheeling past them, and crashed in the midst of a card game that had been going on between a half-dozen crewers. As the money in their midst scattered, tempers flashed and the fight just seemed to spread.

Kami glanced over at the two men, and sighed. “And you two aren’t helping the situation.”

The three female Captains stumbled back out of the fray. “To the Stream!” Jae shouted, one nostril leaking blood, but a much greater deal of it on her knuckles where it looked like she’d slugged someone but good.

The party turned and snaked their way past the fighting that seemed to be broiling throughout the entire hangar bay. Gates dug his comlink out of his pocket and dialed up his own ship.

“Bloodfist! Come in, you bastards!” Gates barked into the link.

“What? What is it, Cap?” crackled the voice of Baillo, his pilot. “Griff’s keeping the riff-raff away from us.”

“Get the crew aboard and get ready to take ‘er off,” he replied. “We’ll link up in orbit; I’ll be joining the rest of the Captains aboard the Datastream for the moment.”

“Roger that, Cap. See you in space.”

It took little time for the group of Oskers to make their way to Jae’s ship, and they finally climbed aboard. Jae scrambled into the cockpit, Havock on her heels. It didn’t look like she’d managed to recruit a pilot during the brawl - to no one’s surprise - so they’d have to take it up themselves.

A crash echoed from the docking ramp, but they were lifting off a second later. Gates stumbled down the halls as Jae took the ship up, but managed to make his way into the entrance hallway. Half a dozen men and women looked sheepishly at him as they stood awkwardly in the hall.

“Lovely,” Gates muttered, then shouted over his shoulder. “Well, we’ve got some more tag-alongs.”

“Are we ready to move yet? I'm not getting younger ladies.” Kami's dark hair was a blur as she stomped by each member of the cobbled together crew. The woman gave the impression of authority and stress, which Havock knew to be a combination one does not screw with if they valued their existence.

Havock leaned against the cockpit entrance lazily as she kept a watchful eye on Jaenna as she searched for something in the storage compartments.  “Aero should be putting us in hyperspace soon, he's just navigating the traffic now so we can link up with Garryll's ride.”

Garryll walked up to the dark haired pirate lord with a datapad open to a navigation file. “I found a convoy heading to Dantooine along Myto's Arrow.” A hologram of three cargo vessels spun slowly above the datapad. “After we hook up with my ship we should have time to intercept them when they come out of hyperspace to stop at this outpost.” He clicked a few more buttons and a very small space station replaced the ships. “Its on Myto's Arrow one jump from Dantooine space, nothing more than a cantina and supply station run by a really smelly hutt.”

Havock nodded. “So we get on the station then figure out a way to liberate the medical supples from the convoy, oh and hope the NR assholes didn't have a similar idea.”

Jaenna leaped up from behind a couch with a large bottle of whiskey in her hands. “I like it, I may be able to come up with some kinda...identification or something for us. After I see how this whiskey has aged.”

Kami looked aghast at the amount the new captain was able to consume but didn't seem to care as long as they were moving towards the objective. “And if we can't do this quietly?”

“Then we see what the guns on our ships can do.” Havock attempted and failed to keep the smirk off her face. “It's worth a shot not to kick up the dirt, then we can hand over the supplies, everyone is happy, and we get our credits.”

The Datastream shook as it internal docking clamps engaged on their target. The comms lit up a moment later with a message from Aero. “Okay Gates, hop on your ship before one of these bloody pirates in system gets a dumbass idea.”

Brightstar appeared from the rear of the ship and sidestepped to avoid walking into the auburn haired captain drinking greedily from the whiskey bottle. “I've been checking your upgrades, Jae, everything looks in good order for the mission.” 

“Good job Bright, we've got a plan. You'll like it, we get to be sneaky.”

Brightstar raised an eyebrow and looked the blond haired woman up and down. “Right and when have you ever been sneaky...Havock?”

Jaenna ripped the bottle away spraying amber liquid as she burst out laughing.

Havock's gaze narrowed on the red head. Garryll just shook his head and with a quick salute jumped across the hatch and made his way over to his own ship. After several minutes the docking clamps disengaged and she could feel the ship move free from Gates'.

Jaenna walked over and put her arm around Havock's shoulder with a grin on her face. “Oi Aero, lets do this ya.”

Havock raised her eyebrow. “Yea and while we wait, why don't we get you some shut eye. We need you sharp when you make those fake ID's right?”

“Pfft, you just want to get me in bed.”

Kami shook her head and grabbed the whiskey bottle out of Jaenna's hand causing a loud hey to escape the womans lips. “Oh no, if you two.... Carry on, do whatever, just be ready before we come out of hyperspace. Beyond that I do not want to know.” The dark haired woman landed on the couch and tossed the bottle in the corner with a clank against to durasteel walls.

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If you need to know: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Myto%27s_Arrow  <--- I did not just pull that out of my ass.    We are in hyperspace, obviously, feel free to get to know the Datastream and someone find that mechanic we brought on board, he seems to have scurried off. Maybe he's in the engine room, and Bright saw him, heck if I know I just remembered him now. Carry on my good people.

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edit: sorry kami

Havock stood behind Rivet with her arms crossed. Her muscles felt so tense it was as if her body was clamping down, folding in upon itself. The job was simple enough, but somehow the simple ones always ended up sending her to medical. Havock found herself suddenly missing Wes, her medic on the Bitch.

"Files completed Havock." The mechanical voice broke through her thoughts returning her to the darkened crew area on the Datastream.

Without a word she reached out a fist, then struggled to relax the muscles and present a palm to the droid. The datapad she recieved contained the cobbled together crew members fake identification for the job. "So the transports called the Vassa, we have any intel on the number on board?"

"No." Brightstar walked up beside the blond captain. "I asked him twenty minutes ago when he first found the documents on the Vassa."

"You should be asleep, we will be coming out of hyperspace soon. Can't promise rest for a while." Havock didn't make eye contact with the red head. Their friendship had it's ups and downs over the years, and since reading people was never her forte, Havock just choose to avoid any confrontation that could deteriorate things farther.

"How is she?" Brightstar leaned over further against the consol Rivet was working at, until she could see the other womans face.

Havock looked up against her better judgement then took a long deep breath. "She's sleeping. Best to leave her that way for now."

She nodded in thanks to Rivet and stepped to move towards the cockpit for an update when a small hand clasped down on her forearm. Havock locked eyes with Brightstar and fought the impulse to rip her arm away and push the red head into the bulkhead. "Got something to say Rain?"

"Ayme...she's..."

"Drunk." Havock sighed and rolled her eyes. "She was having a good time, its not a crime yanno. She didn't know we were going to get a job on the way home. I know that woman, by the time we land she will be back to her typical ass kicking self. Now get a cup of caf, a shot of whiskey, or whatever it is you need to do to relax."

Brightstar seemed reluctantly satisfied by the words from the younger woman and released her. Havock didn't look back as she walked. She thought the days of people being overprotective of her were in the past. That was something she loved about Jaenna, the woman had never once acted overprotective, even when Ayme was a green recruit. She knew that Brightstar's heart was in the right place, but things had become strained none the less.

"Is Garryll in position?" Havock's voice must have been louder than intended in the quiet ship, both Aero and Kami jumped at her question.

"He's going to come out a bit to our six, give us time to pull off our end of the deal." Aero answered matter of factly as Kami just regarded the young captain.

Havock nodded at the pilot then handed the datapad out to Kami. She took it and looked back up with a raised eyebrow. "She's awake?"

"Hell no, Rivet handled it."

Kami's face still held confusion but she shrugged it off and got to work memorizing the intel. Another figure entered the cockpit causing everyone to turn and look. "Umm hey guys, we about to land?" The young mechanic looked completely out of place among all the other pirates.

"Hi Mechanic boy. Yes, we are coming out of hyperspace." Havock took a handful of steps towards the boy, looking him up and down. "You are going to stay on the ship though, need someone to keep her warm."

Havock turned to the others in the room, which now included Brightstar who was leaning against the doorframe. "Read over our cover, we are just merchants looking to unload some extra med supplies. This ship will be looking for a profit I don't care how honest they are. Supply and demand folks, they are on their way to Dantoonie they will take the bait. And if for some reason they don't Garryll and Aero here get to try out their weapons and we can fish out the supplies as they float by in space."

She pushed past the mechanic and Brightstar on her way to the crew cabins which sat beyond the crew area. Havock glanced at Rivet as she passed, he was still working away at the various data pulls Jaenna had in place to gather intel for future jobs. She keyed in the private code to the captains quarters and stepped into the dark room.

With a slap of the controls the lights came up in the room elliciting a groan from the occupant as she rolled over in her sleep. Havock just smirked and walked over to the small kitchenette area to pour a cup of strong caf. The mug steamed as she walked over and sat in the bed.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey."

Havock breathed in the caf then sat the cup on the table next to the bed. "Jaenna, we are almost there time to get up."

She grunted and swung a clumsy arm in Havock's direction, missing terribly.

"Yea, yea, I know. Go away Hav." She laughed at the nod then leaned over to whisper in Jaenna's ear. "Hot caf, and I promise lots of terminals to hack."

"Ugh don't rhyme." Jaenna pulled the pillow over her ears.

Havock patted Jaenna's back then reluctantly stood. "See you in the cockpit sunshine."