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XXXX Meg swore colorfully as the ship was righted. She could see a dark head peaking just over the back of the pilot's chair as Banshee took control. She was struggling with the help in her attempts to keep the ship steady and in place. They could both feel the purring of the ship's engines as she stabilized. But for how much longer?
She stood on her small platform once more, crying, "Battlestations!" Her crew scrambled, somehow still respecting her command after the news she had just given them. Either they were on her side once more, or they were just looking after their own skins. Either way, she was glad of it. Banshee whistled through her teeth, signaling for communications to spread the word throughout the ship. Not that the sirens made it obvious or anything.
Once she could hold the ship steady long enough, Nat quickly shot out a message to Roz. "You at the gunz, babe?" She asked, purposely making fun of her speech impediment. Though she knew her friend would see it as a sign of love. It wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. While she waited for a reply, she made a quick signal to Meg, knowing from experience that she'd understand even if she was looking on from behind. Awaiting orders, Captain. Meg didn't respond, but she knew she saw considering her next order was, "Evasive maneuvers! Get about fifty yards away and tell Roz to punt 'em."
Just before Nat swung the ship around, a large silver ship loomed before them. The symbol of Et Salvos shimmered on the side in the light of their gun blasts. Nat's blood turned to ice at the thought. Her mind slipping into the realm of the past. Of cold hands on her skin, a scar along her throat, and the knowledge that she no longer knew what her voice sounded like. The last thought turned her vision red, a crimson blotch that spread until it was all she saw and it took everything in her to keep from ramming them with their tiny ship. She hadn't even noticed the other ship coming up beside them.
A buzzing in her ear pulled her from her thoughts. Roz requesting info. It snapped her out of it completely, and she began to turn the ship around, albeit not very gracefully. Another round of swears burst from Meg. "Watch those turns, Nat! If we break a rudder we're sunk!" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small, curly-haired girl off to the side, watching those in the bay bustle about. "You! Gizmo... no, Gadget. You best be finding somewhere else to be. Nat informed me you're good at machines. Unfortunately, you're of no use here and I don't need untrained personnel in my engines right now. Nat must've given you a bunk. Go find it." She didn't mean it to come out cross, but her baby was being fired at and her pilot was turning so sharply she could practically hear the rudders crack. Although, they weren't actually damaged.
Once Nat was able to, she quickly typed out another message to Roz. "Captain says fire once we're fifty yards out and I turn us back." She replies. After a moment's hesitation, she added, "You up for some drinks after this mess? Gettings a lot of memory garbage at the moment that I need to be rid of for a while."
Meg's voice cut through the air. "On second thought, we can't take both ships. Not with the damage we've sustained. Nat, tell Roz that once we turn, blast them with the shockwaves and smokers. I know it won't damage them, but it'll allow us enough cover to book it. We can land on one of the moons to refuel if need be. We're smaller and faster. We just need to get far away and fast."
Nat signaled her acknowledgment and relayed the information to Roz.