Shift danced the Erratic Sun in a life or death waltz among the stars. All the while, Gillian and Dane monitored the engine's performance and the slow reduction of the ship's shields and Trink, Hatcher and Captain Dadam did their best to score hits against the modified freighters that had ambushed their departure from Corment. The hull shuddered equally under the erratic jerks to avoid incoming fire, sporadically punctuating Shift's smooth handling of his evasive protocols, and under hits to the ship the pilot wasn't able to dodge. With each impact, the curses the pilot muttered grew in intensity and their creativity fell off. The spray of laser fire missing their targets, spreading out from the Erratic Sun's three gun turrets, ran to the limits of the gunners' visions before being swallowed by the darkness of space. Chaos reigned.