Gideon was hauling heiney through the wide flat expanses, He had mannaged to track down a lead on one of his family members, Deborah was alive and wanted for murder! No one but him would ever be happy to hear that sort of thing but him and he was hooting as he hopped rocks on his mule. While most had something like an AtV for hauling things around, this bitch was his baby, she could reach 500 miles an hour, theoretically. Theoretical in he couldnt find a way to hold on going that fast and road rashing at a hundred was enough for him to rethink his plans, but the theory was sound and the pieces held up to the stress tests.

All the same, then the firefly came fire-balling down he made a change in course and opened her up to try and find any survivors or savage. If the ship survived but the crew didn't, then he had a chance of fixing it up to make it his own! If the crew survived, they would need repairs! Either way is a win for him. He slowed his approach as there was the front door open and two people talking. 

"Nihao! Yall look like you need some help! I'll do what I can to sort you out for Five pounds of protein or five battery boxes, whichever you got more to spare."

Greed is easier to believe than good Samaritans so he hoped offering self interest might be a better way to ingratiate himself with whoever is in charge. Fireflies are not luxury pieces, hard working ship for hard workers, hard workers appreciate fair work for fair pay. If he could get in the ship, he could convince them to limp to Boros for real repairs at the Iskellian Shipyards, hell, not even the shipyard, just the junkpiles would be worth the tetnus shots to get hands on stuff in their cast-offs.