"Is that a threat, paleskin?" Jad Luk replied to Yamizee, once more looking away from the viewport, and glaring at her. The ship smashed through civillian shuttle, rocking somewhat, as though it went over a speedbump. He squinted, before looking forward once more. "Rear left, rear left," he repeated the lady's warning, before yelling into the headset, "blast it!"
He smiled softly to himself after hearing the dual-blast of laser fire. Then promptly frowned as Mateo criticized himself on the mic.
"You blind back there? Land your damn shots!" he ordered. He heard another shot fire, and with a satisfied nod, he listened to the muffled sounds of a ship crashing into solid infrastructure. "There we go, you're not useless after all."
Luk pressed a button on the control panel, a hiss escaping through the ship as something audibly depressurized.
"Droid, start repairing the ship. There's a set of tools in the Bay, and you seem the sort to ship-walk. Ramp's open."
Jad Luk looked to the side, glancing at Sinder.
"Get used to murder, 'cause that's my business. And now that you're with me, it's our business. Unless you want out, in which case, I'll happily land, and you can go back to running." At the call of the all-clear, Luk leaned back in his seat, sighing out.
"I'm not re-painting my ship. There's plenty that look like this, and if we get investigated, we'll just kill whoever got too nosy for their own good. The ship stays as is."