Pirates coming to finish the job.

The Captain stole a sideways glance at you as you entered the small cockpit. The expression she wore was one of surprise and maybe a little annoyed. Several lights were blinking across the display board. Giana, in the copilot's chair, was consumed in her work at the navigation console.

"What's going on?" you ask.

"What are you..." Giana began.

"it's OK, Giana," Beas interrupted "There are three fighters behind us on an intercept course, they will be on us in less than fifteen minutes."

You hung your head, the event's of the day have left you mentally unsettled and you were close to giving up hope. "What can we do?"

Captain just looked over at you and said nothing. Nothing, there was nothing you could do about your situation. The Pod has no weapon's, no FTL, and no chance of hiding.

"Captain!" Giana exclaimed "The second moon from planet N7 is Class M!"

"Class M! that's habitual for human life." Finally your luck was turning.

"How far is it?" Beas asked.

"Maximum speed," Giana entered a few number into the computer. "nineteen minutes..."

Your heart sunk.

"We try for it anyways!" Beas said in her commander's tone.