Fixer reached the ladder without a problem and locked the hatch while leaving towards the cockpit. He surely thought he would be forced to pilot this beuty one day... but this was just one day too soon. Inmediately he started evassive maneouvers while connecting himself to the computer in order to receive de sensors info faster. He started to think he could use the Tie's speed to his advantadge at least once: drastically, unespectedly reducing speed and giving power to the rear shields, in order to be sorpassed by the fighters and have a window to shoot them down with the front weapons. 

He made that plan into motion, but it made no sense not to use the side Ion cannons: he turned them backwards and started shooting. At least that should make harder for them to hit the Milano... now, were did Musuka had stored the Hyperspace coordinates? ¡Ah, yes! right before the "porn" folder. Those Spacers...

A laser discharge impacted into the shields, and the whole ship felt it. That had been a close one. If they only had any cargo left that could be released to form a temporary obstacl...

Fixer did the closest thing he could to a smile:

"Roger, Roger"