Null followed Koren into the cockpit, also fully suited in her jet black armor. She had mixed a drink with some of her Powdered liver just in case, but she still was feeling a bit of buzz. Listening to him quietly, she rested a hand on his shoulder and waited for him to finish before voicing her own opinion. "This prisoner of theirs must be a big deal if they think dealing with the empire is worth the trouble. So they must either be confident or stupid. Vercopaanir ge'hutuun, tsikador jurkadir Osi'kyr. Hope for incompetence, brace yourself to receive surprises. I don't mind a straight fight, but we'd be relying on them to be completely moronic. Plus, that ship has some massive thrusters... And alot of them. We wouldnt be able to disable them with this crates guns before taking heavy fire, And I'm assuming your homonymous friend here wants to keep his ship unscathed... But I'd be willing to bet its fast enough to stay on one side of the shaft of her. Those guns are only aligned on the topside. If this pilots as good as he thinks he is he can keep in synchronous orbit around her while we burn through her underside. We could even take our time and hit strategic points that would allow us to force their hand at a surrender..."