Singular Space (NOW HIRING! Positions available: Captain)

[AoM]

Aye captain. I'll get us there in one piece, you can bet your last credit on it.

He shifts the controls to manual and takes the ship in towards the distress signal. His version of a "cautious approach" is of course relevant to his confidence level, which is always on high. But he's good enough to dodge the asteroids at above average speeds so there shouldn't be any major problems.

[Pie]

*Wile the captains back is turned, he smiles and brings his arm forward a little, doing an action of bringing the arm back, wil also bringing the elbo doun, as if he is elboing his side, and as he is doing this, he wispers *"Yes!"*Just loud enough for him to hear. He then sits at the computer that moniters the engines..*

[Fleegle]

Protectorate Steven Smirg steps closer to Captain Fhmi.

When we get to the ship, I advise that we go on board, check stuff out, make sure these folks are on the up and up. Too easy to fool us over the communicator... we need to get up close and personal to size 'em up.

(EDIT)
Smirg is an imposing man at 6'3", with a well-built physique. He looks to be the right man for his job. He wears a black vest over a short-sleeved brown shirt made of coarse fabric. A shoulder holster straps a vintage energy blaster to his chest, well-worn from many uses. His haircut is military standard, and he wears a gruff expression on his face.

[Leo Luncid]

Captain Fhmi still kept his eyes on the moniter, typing at a constant pace. A nod could be seen.
"That we may will, Mr. Smirg. I'm well aware of the circumstances here..."
He starts to mumble as his eyes scan the screen.

[Nalaris]

As the tiny ship sails to the wrecked, distressed trader, a massive shadow falls over them. Looking up, the crew sees a collossal pirate ship turning its plasma cannons on them!

I told you, I told you, I told you it was a trap!

[AoM]

Going to evasive! You muthas messed with the wrong pilot!


Ira attempts to perform a barrel roll towards the pirate ship, increasing the difficulty of their shooting angle.

Permission to waste these assholes, sir!?

[Nalaris]

You can't fly evasive maneveurs and shoot the guns at the same time, but there's a good chance you'll come clean if you keep flying evasive. By the way, you've evaded the first volley, but those plasma cannons could kill you if they ever manage to hit you. It'll take nothing more than a stroke of bad luck to get you killed in these asteroids...

[AoM]

I'll fly evasive until I can manage to come up on the pirate's tail, or until I'm told to stop flying evasively.

I figure that since I'm from the Royal Academy, I should know how to get into a bigger ship's blind spot and use the smaller ship's speed to keep us safe until we figure out what to do.

Although Ira is really pissed about anyone trying to end his life, and would like to start taking out their plasma cannons. But it's up to the captain whether he tries something like that.

[Nalaris]

Stop flying evasively? That would make for a very short game. "Stop evasive maneuv-" Boom!

[Leo Luncid]

Captain Fhmi held on to his cap as he strapped his inertia restriants and gave a firm yet still calm command while he kept his arms on the chair's.

"Take evasive action, Mr. Matters! It may attack from the backside! Use the asteriods as cover! Do not shoot yet! Just keep your distance!"

[AoM]

Ira does as he's told and tries to take cover behind the asteroids. He makes sure to try to go through gaps that the big pirate ship can't follow through without getting hit.

I can dance all night, ***holes! Yeehaa!

[Nalaris]

Into the asteroids?!? Are you absolutely insane?!?

The ship flies nimbly through the asteroids with the pirates vainly blasting asteroids behind them, however a small meteor flies out of Ira's blind spot and hits one of the ships engines. You'll be able to keep going for the next few hours, but you're definately not going to be able to finish the trip without stopping for a few days while the mechanic does repairs. The pirate ship is still shooting as fast and furiously as it can at you, but it can't follow you, and it's vision is blocked by the asteroids. You're very hard to hit, Ira.

[AoM]

[..........................Censored..........................]! The hell did that meteor come from?! What'd it hit? We still good to go, Albert?

[Fleegle]

Cocky ****head, you'll get us all killed... before I even get a shot at 'em.

Smirg is forced to sit down, as Ira's maneuvers are too much for the inertial dampeners.

[AoM]

Somebody duct tape Smirg's mouth closed, because it's comments like those that are gonna really piss me off! Without me you'd be sucking down plasma right now, buddy.