Some People Call Yall Space Cowboys

Rovann stood up from one of the chairs in the ship to go below the cargo hold. Their lives are in the hands of the pilot Jelar so he thought it best to let him do his thing without Rovann fudging up things again. But that doesn't mean he will just stay still and do nothing. With a final glance toward the cockpit area, the young merc said, ''I'll go below decks just to make sure things are bolted in place...also check if we have a fire extinguisher in this ship...something tells me something's gonna get banged up soon ad I want to be there ready to fix stuff up when it happens...''

Slim contacts their would-be ambushers and attempts to appeal to their sense of reason; 'Not sure what your plan was there, or who put y'all up to this, but we are working for Loki. Not sure you want to raise his hackles.'

Jelar tries to push the ship as fast as he can, still trying to use debris to mess up the ambushers scans

What the hell is all that ruckus?! Rovann bellowed out. he was contemplating on drinking the bottle of synth wine he swiped from the canteen while he was being manhandled by the proprietress when the whole ship lurched forward then turned sharply in a zig-zagging motion. He might not be a pilot, but he has ridden on space ships like this to know if it was doing evasive maneuvers. That Jelar didn't even have the grace to warn him over the communicators miffed him a little bit. getting his bearings, he sprinted upwards to the cockpit section and was about to shout at Jelar when he saw why they were flying erratically: they were in an asteroid field. glancing on the navigation map at the front he noticed they were being chased by unknown ships.

I'll be damned if I get shot down here in space or get smashed on a space rock, he thought grimly. Rovann immediately went into action registering the danger they are in. he took a seat in front of the ship's electronics console and tried to do something to mess up with the Bushwacker's targeting systems. He just hopes he remembered the algorithm to use. It had been too long since he tried this trick.

Slim heads to the cockpit to see if he can help in any way. 'These guys are tenacious as bloodhounds. Lemme see if there's a path through all this . . stuff'

Jelar shouts to Rovann, "Try jamming the shuttles signal again and let's see if we can lose them or gain some ground!"

He tries another switch of path through the debris, again hoping it causes static to the pursures scanners.

What the heck do you think I'm doing? just pushing buttons?!

well actually that's what I'm trying to do but that's beside the point Rovann thought while trying to remember the jamming codes he learned a long time ago. He input new codes again hoping that it will finally work to get those bushwackers off their tail.

Well, can you push them, I don't know, better?' Slim adds, desperate to get out of this situation, but frustrated that he can't help.