Boarding Action. Will a savior come? [Prim]

Prim was only given one task. Yet he could get away with two since they needed a better way out of the ship. As Mirian called for the kashvar, she only showed concern for the boy; Her son. Those piercing blue eyes give her a quick look over for any possible injury before eyeing the last ship hanging there in the pirate bay. The rest of the crew probably didn't see it as worth it to harass a woman who couldn't even get far on her own.

"Calm down. He's dealing with a roadblock. I was sent by him."
Prim put it bluntly, stepping around to wheel the fox woman closer to the ship in question where a few goons were trying to scramble in their precious ship. There was arguing that could be heard from within about piloting the craft. There was some dispute about who could man the cockpit. The pair of them were stopped short of just where they could make out the words, Prim slinking closer and closer to the open back hatch.

"What do you mean none of us can even pilot the damn thing!?"
Some pirates they made, huh. At least it would be a quick dispute to settle. Leaving Mirian for a moment, the kashvar hops in and leers behind the three, who were all talking over each other next to the ship controls.

"I have good news and bad news."
The good news was that there was now someone who COULD pilot the spacecraft. Bad news? Before the first smartass could answer it, he'd receive a swift and cold knuckle to the face. Laying him flat on his ass. The two would barely get out yells before Prim knocked all three out and dragged their bodies to the side of the ship. They could be cuffed up once they had smaller fish to fry. Mirian could hear the short scrap inside before seeing Prim poke their head out of the hatch. Lowering the door properly for wheelchair access.

"This'll do. Come."
He hops out of the ship to help wheel the fox lady in, against her wishes or otherwise. They made little effort to conceal the knocked-out men in the smaller spacecraft. With her settled in and the door being left open for a certain fox, for now Prim worked the controls. The low hum of a starting spacecraft fills the room.

"I'm giving your boy about... A minute. A minute and a half."
Prim spoke coldly, doing the mental recollection of the timer all in their head.

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Mirian, of course, was freaking out again. Being gentle with his words wasn't exactly the way Prim operated, but seeing as Prim also didn't much care for the complaining or hearing it the kashvar shook their head. Keeping the attention focused on the ship's controls and engaging them to take off at a moment's notice. The sudden sinking feeling of the smaller craft's own artificial gravity overtaking the pirate ship could be felt. With everything in place, Yakito could quite literally hop in and close the door behind them just fast enough to engage a seal before they made it out of the hangar.

"There's a countdown until the pirate ship self destructs. The men fled from their craft and are trying to take us with it. Your 'boy' knows what he was doing sending me ahead like this."
Prim clarifies, leaving the controls for the last minute of the countdown to kneel over the three stooges they knocked out. Was better to tie them up before they got any smart ideas while they were in space. Completely disarming and throwing some cuffs around their ankles and wrists from some capsules they had on them, they made short work of it. All in time to get hit in the side by the sheer force emanating from what they thought was that fox boy. Only like, five times stronger and wilder.

"Mmm. Feels like he's going to make it with time to spare."
Prim stepped over to the hatch and waited, eyeing the hangar and where Yakito was rushing from so they could time closing the back as cleanly as they could. Not really knowing what to expect from their... Wild Fervor.

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Prim tried his darnest job to drown out the shrill voice of that momma fox desperately holding onto a hope for their little boy. A little boy that could be felt coming back. Rapidly would be the normal for anyone that speed with two legs, but this crazy little earthling kit was bounding on all fours towards the cabin. If it wasn't for the fact this thing was tracking them in the right direction long before spotting them, prim might have assumed this feral version of Yakito was looking for the next meal. Mirian's scream for her son all but confirms this wasn't such a case, however.

Those sharp blue eyes watch as Yakito keke's his way into the ship and onto his mother's lap. The Kashvar was quick to shut the hatch behind him, sealing the ship properly and jogging back to the controls. All while the two of them have their moment in the corner. Already prepared to take off at a moment's notice, the two would feel that sudden shift in momentum. The nose of the ship pointing out of the hangar and quickly sweeping past it within the first second of flight. They'd all be greeted with the two ships and the void of space surrounding them.

"Question. What's the specs on that ship you have. Can it take a ship's explosion or do I need to worry about outrunning two hyperdrive explosions?"
Prim mindlessly asked while aiming the ship out again. This time, hanging. In the case that the other big ship was better to hide in, they held position between the two for just a second or so.

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Prim went ahead and turned it away from both mechs on a dime just as Yakito was explaining how the boarding was done, eliminating all but a few solutions. The earthling boy was right to question just WHERE they might end up with how much fuel they had on board. From just glancing over the craft, it was meant as a scouting ship. Orbital to ground. Was hardly meant for long term travel nor as an escape measure, really. So it was no real wonder that average pirates couldn't just lock in with it. It had actual fighter capabilities and a not so pretty auto pilot.

"Middling specs. This is a fighter, more suited for sub-orbital combat and scouting. It might make it to another planet or depot, but you're right. It's only designed to travel to a nearby terrestrial satellite."
The fighter shirts to turn itself into said orbit of a nearby moon. The closest one where hiding a ship like theirs made sense. "Which means it'll ride smooth into whatever those pirates are using in low-atmosphere. If the idea they have some hideout here holds salt. Regardless, if you're reading anything from there it may be worth looking anyways for supplies. Worst case? I send an S.O.S. to galactic patrol. Ship holds a decent amount of oxygen for its size."

If all went according to plan, the shifting gravity and scene of this blue moon opening up as they got closer only served to show just how much of an undertaking this could be. Prim taps a few things on their screen while looking back at Yakito and his mother once.

"Give me the signature details. I'll have the computer lock in on it."

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Indeed, the patrol would BE the last thing they do in case these fuck ass pirates really strand them out here. It'd be relatively easy to prove they were the victims here. Even if they needed to go through some legal legwork after, since either of them could probably have SOMETHING found on them as mercenaries, but it was better than dying as nobodies out in space. Prim simply nods at the directive, seeing as they were already leaning towards raid anyways, and threw the spacecraft into a thrust around the moon they orbited.

"I'll get something out of it yet."
Prim gets about halfway into a swing around the small frozen moon before its at the dark side, and something approximating a man made fortress laid collecting snow and dust. There was no sign of any electromagnetic interference either, so if there was power somewhere in there it wasn't connected or even turned on for god knows how long. Prim does a sweep to make sure there wasn't any signs of ships leaving the planet either, completing a flat rotation and then some to get back to this facility.

"This seems to be the one. No traces of power inside this facility, can't even communicate with anything from the outside in. The best option is to land somewhere close just in case we find ourselves in the heat of things."
The kashvar recommends, hunkering down over the controls as they suddenly dive the craft lower into orbit and into the lower skies of the moon. With little atmosphere, there wasn't much resistance to burn the ship upon entry, leaving moments before Prim dives right over a platform shaped structure big enough for their stolen vehicle. If either had to guess, it was their landing platform that has long since been in disuse. Any signs of which are either turned off by the lack of power and scrubbed away from years of abrasion.

Landing would be... smooth enough. Despite being windy, there's hardly enough air in the atmosphere for it to be an issue unless you were the size of snowflakes.

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Prim gave the scan of the surroundings a go using the ship's terminal here. Eyes firmly placed into reading the rather rudimentary tech on board. With no warnings flashing before them, they could only guess whatever grid the facility ran on was dormant with finality to it. The kashvar gave a shrug and readjusted the shoulder cape surrounding their form, stepping to the side to give Yakito a look.

"A low oxygen environment, thin atmosphere, no signs of use in the past month to even suggest an electric footprint. Either these dense pirates wanted to keep the place as low profile as possible or they were unable to operate it and simply used it as basic offload. If they're smart, they wouldn't be sticking around to grab whatever they stashed here."
Prim all but confirmed to Yakito as the alien turned to the three crewmates bound in the corner. Rummaging through a few of their pockets, they managed to yank out a foldable cloth oxygen mask. A low-grade planetary mask sometimes used for docking on facilities like this, it was able to be secure without the use of the louder capsule technology. It'd almost look like a bandit's bandana over the face once they put it on.

The kashvar secures it over their ears and stumbles on over to the back hatch, opening the back for the pair to suddenly be faced with biting cold winds. Winds that, despite looking wild and whipping around, would feel a lot less impactful than they would elsewhere. And quiet, too. With less air to move around, these winds didn't impact the environment or body as much. The Kashvar hops out and takes a quick surveyance of the area.

"The closest utility out from this platform, right ahead of us. We'll find out quick how tightly locked the place is."

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