In an instant Sieg's pistol was in hand. It was to late for Beth, but he let the rounds fly, hitting Rescha in the chest. He was a trained marksmen, trained by the very people that were hunting them. He knew she wasn't going to make it though, or even if she did, she'd be little more than an unresponsive vegetable. "A first-mate's duties are never forgotten." He muttered as he stepped to Beth's unmoving form. "You really did it this time, Captain." He said, kneeling to take Beth's pulse. He looked around at the stunned crew. "Well, this isn't going to undo itself. You are all wanted, I suggest you pick a station and man it. Now!" His eyes were calm as the Duchess sailed into space, the port long behind them. Their worlds had all changed in an instant, and someone would have to guide them through until they died, or found an empty part of space beyond the Alliance's reach to start their lives over.