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"Hey, we're on the same side, you jackasses! Stop firing on us now before we come over there and dismantle your weapons personally! And by us, I mean Dashade, because he's the only one here who can breathe in space. Geez, we come back from saving Planet Melt and this is our welcoming party?"

Nion received no response from the man on the other end. It seemed he was done talking.

"Pikruel, you're with them, correct? And you have a... better way with words then that of Nion. Anything you can do?"

At the suggestion of Dashade, Pikruel inserted herself between Nion and the control panel.

"Excuse me..." Pikruel could see the battleships circling around for another attack. Not knowing how much more abuse the ship could take made it very difficult for her to stay calm. "Hey! Hold your fire! This is Pikruel! I'm a Saiyan!"

"Pikruel?" the man replied. "Let me see... Yes, it says you were stationed at Melt, like your friend said. Our records show that your pod arrived a few hours earlier."

"Yes. We sent them back on autopilot so we could take this ship instead. Now please, tell them to stop!"

"Hold your fire!"

Just as he was giving the order, the battleships were already unleashing their second wave. An explosion from the rear of the ship followed.

"What was that?" Pikruel asked nervously.