Get to know them first. You can always use more friends right?

Hearing a round of very **** laughter from most of the shuttle occupants at your humour and no worried yells, you stand up and address them all "Okay for those of you that don't know or haven't heard of me, introduction time" You deepen your voice a tiny bit, assuming what you call your captain-y voice "I am Captain Derrick Halloway. I was hired by your boss to get you off world as quickly and safely as possible. Thankfully nothing was said about doing that quietly, considering what I had to do to get you off world" You see a few minor smiles and continue cheerfully "I don't have many rules on this ship, but the ones I do have I want you to respect."
First; nobody goes into the engine room or the cockpit without me. 'Part from those two, you've got free run of the ship. Second; you make a mess you clean it up. I ain't the maid. Third; we run into the IPF, you're all going into the smuggling hold. You have my word I ain't gonna rat you out, but I won't kill people just doing their jobs. Except unless that job is standing between me and my pay. Anything else comes at us, you wait for my signal and then you riddle it with as many holes as you feel comfortable with" You pause as you observe one of the Cutlass crew actually has an actual cutlass in a scabbard on his back "... although try not to make much of a mess in the en-holing. Fourth; until I drop you off wherever Isabella tells me, this is your home. It's rare that I need help, but if I ask for help from you to keep this ship running, you will help. That's about it. In return you've all got free of the food storage, the ****, the med unit, the shooting range I set up in the cargo bay and the maintenance station outside. No explosive armour piercing rounds" You hear a joking groan from a couple of the group and laugh with them "I know, I know, I like pretty colours and loud booms as much as the next person, but we're in space and ships with holes in them don't fly so good. That's about it from me. Any questions?" Nobody spoke.
"In that case, I'll show you to your quarters and give you an hour to settle in. After that, I'd like to see everyone in the common room. I like to know the people that I'm working with and it helps if I don't have to call 'Hey you!' in the middle of a fight. Agreed?" Nods all around "Good."
Opening up the shuttle door, you exit and guide everyone up the stairs and across the walkway, past the common room, into the corridor containing the sleeping quarters "It's three rooms, four sleeping compartments in each, divide however you choose. In the meantime..." You kick open the door to your personal quarters "I'll be in my bunk."

Inside your room, you go over to your personal computer and send a call out to Isabella. She answers almost as soon as you send the call. Despite the short amount of time since your rescue attempt, the change in Isabella surprises you. Most of the cockiness is gone and a large amount of smoke billows around her face, making it look hollow and wraith-like.
"What happened? Are my people okay?"
You nod, the adrenaline wearing off suddenly and the ache in your body catching up to you. You didn't realise how much you'd thrown your body around until now.
"They're okay. A few bumps and bruises, but nothing to worry about. I got your people out safely."
You see a lot of the tension drain from her face, her back straightening and her eyes losing their haunted look. Her smile, a ghost of its former sharkish self, seems more genuine and a little more open now.
"That's good... Derrick. That's really good" She leans forward and the smile gets a tiny bit bigger "I think I'll need to come up with a bigger bonus than I'd originally planned for you after the stunt you just pulled."
You grin back at her, a measure of warmth entering your voice "I look forward to it... Izzy."
She laughs and closes the call down.

About fifty minutes worth of snoozing later, you enter the common room to see all seven members of your crew/cargo gathered just as you'd requested. A large Calikasian with black fur, golden eyes and a crooked ear steps forward and speaks (or more accurately growls) "I'm Ri'Gor. I lead these guys. I'm fast, good with guns and..." He clenches a hand and claws pop out from between his knuckles "I'm handy in a fistfight as well." Unlike the majority of Calikasians you've encountered, this one is wearing light body armour. The amount of scorch marks, dents and repaired bullet holes in it, show that its seen more than a little front line combat. He steps back and you move onward.
The next two that step forward are a Huxorian female and a Phyrellian male, both dressed in black infiltration gear and sporting a variety of tech belts and tools "I'm Garge and this is my partner Veranis" The Phyrellian speaks up, taking Veranis's hand "We work as hacker/infiltration team when needed. Try to avoid weapons. Results tend to be... unpleasant." They retreat back into a corner, observing the proceedings.
A grinning human kid of about twenty steps forward and grins "I'm Barracuda. Most people just call me 'Cuda for short. I keep these guys in clean guns, sharp blades and working comms. I'm pretty handy with this baby." He quick-draws an older model laser pistol and you fight the urge to draw as well. He laughs and spins the gun around his finger before holstering it. You glare at him.
"Don't do that again."
He laughs and holds his hands up placatingly while stepping back "No problem."
Giving a last glare at the cheeky git (and fighting back an amused grin) you turn to the next cutlass, a muscular woman with ebony skin, dreadlocks tied back with a headband and clad in a tight black tank top and massive cargo pants, help up by a thick belt "My name's Rebel. I make sure that these guys stay in one piece with what's on the left side..." She turns around and you take note of the medics bag slung across her back as well as a USAS-12 auto shotgun strapped over her right shoulder "And the right side is for turning things into many pieces." While her back is facing you, you notice what looks like large burn mark on her left shoulder and extending down most of her left arm as well. You try to get a closer look, but she turns back to face you. Running your eyes over the rest of her as discreetly as possible (Something surprisingly difficult for you to do, considering you'd rather just stare and admire openly) you decide that you might need to find an opportunity to take a closer look at Rebel's back.
The final two are sitting at the table, some snacks and a bottle of moonshine open between them. You point at the bottle "Isn't that from my stash?"
"Yep. But we recognized the still marking on the side. Junkers brew this hooch up by the tanker full. Its the cheapest, nastiest **** you could every find. Perfect for getting drunk fast." The speaker, a young woman with pale skin, long dark blue hair, heavy black eye makeup and piercings in her eyebrow and ears, turns to face you "I'm Rhian. I'm the the getaway driver. Also the resident sniper. And this..." she reaches under the table and pulls up a massive M12 Black Spear rifle "Is my partner Gehenna."
You shudder slightly at the thought of what a gun that size could do to a man (particularly the testicles) and turn to the last member sitting alongside Rhian, another human woman with tanned skin and light brown hair, partially covered by a red bandana. Leaning in and looking at it a little closer, you notice a few feathers interwoven into the fabric. Her suede jacket has the right sleeve torn off at the bicep, exposing a vividly coloured tattoo of a grass snake spiraling around her arm. Across her chest hangs a bandolier loaded with throwing knives. And more than a few grenades.
"And you are?"
"My name is Sirona. I make sure that nobody sees us" She pats the knives hanging across her chest "Barring that, I make sure that nothing is left of anyone to follow us." She lowers her other hand to the grenades at her waist. Your eyes follow the movement of her hand, briefly disappointed that it stopped at her waist.
"Okay, now that the introductions are out of the way, I've got a delivery to get to Hephaestus. If wherever Isabella wants me to drop you off is on the way there, you'll be getting off first. Otherwise, you're on here until she says differently. Understood?"
A chorus of affirmations follows "Good. I'll leave you guys to whatever you wanna do in the meantime. Anyone needs me, I'll be in the cockpit for a while."