Somebody charged the door. Hawkeye grabbed her (gingerly) and smartly ripped the door open himself. Three men were outside, grinning nastily and holding a variety of evil-looking weapons.
Hawkeye drew, fired three shots in a blur of motion, and just as quickly slammed the door shut again. He motioned Elletra to a guard position and started reloading.
“Tyrren, you got something for me on the engines?”
The stout engineer gave a start and picked up his Krillman wrench.
“It’s blown in so many ways I can’t even think about repairing it. Battle damage, not sabotage.”
“Makes sense. They want the Silver Skies, because this thing isn’t getting them anywhere in a hurry.”
Hawkeye finished reloading his revolver and nodded, slipping it back into its holster.
“Okay, this is what is going to happen. You two will follow me and Elletra back up to the deck. If anyone gets in our way, we kill them and move on. If Gladstone has realised what’s going on, he’ll send someone for us. If not, we’ll do it on our own.”