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~ With a tablet displaying the summary of engineering reports, Captain DeCaro nodded agreeably to the sound of the pilot's shout.

~ "We've got sight on the target, Sir!", the pug called out, their focus remaining on the controls and displays of their console. The entire ship rocked slightly, as the course adjusted, "Bringing us alongside, Sir."

~ The mains display indicated some rough approximation of the macaw Captain's ship and her trajectory, and also that of the vessel they were approaching to meet. The Captain kept an eye on this for a few moments, before returning his attention to trying to suss out any matters of urgencies from the reports on his datapad. As always, his chair was a comfortable one.

~ With a bit of a meerkat's panicked twinge to her voice, the communications officer called for DeCaro's attention, "Sir! They're charging their weapons?"

~ The macaw sat upright, dropping the datapad into a slot against the side of the chair, "Get them on screen.", looking to the pilot, "Keep us beyond any firing solutions, yet."

~ Their destination seemed excited by the prospect of discussions, almost immediately up on the view screen. The cockatiel, her feathers smeared with grease and most of her crest looking burnt off, greeted Captain DeCaro with a glare.

~ "You'll not take our ship, our crew, or our cargo! We've got teeth!", cried the other ship's captain.

~ The macaw leaned back into his seat, throwing up both hands, "Woah, woah, woah. We're not here to take anything."

~ The cockatiel appeared dubious, while the meerkat made a hand gesture to indicate her weapons were still hot.

~ "We were paid to come accept a delivery.", motioning around as though to envelope the vast absence of onlookers about the pair of ships, "...without being seen, you know?"

~ The cockatiel's glare softened, "...don't you come anywhere close to me. I'd just assume not be thieved by surprise, any less than plundered alone."

~ With an agreeable nod and hand gestures over towards the pilot, "Yeah.. yeah. Distance.. distance. Some fool's hired smugglers to do a pirate's work."

~ The ship rocked, a course correction with more haste and less preparation than the earlier ones, "No one here's getting paid enough to be shot at. We'll be on our way, and thankful if you don't take any pot shots."

~ The cockatiel's anger had subsided, though she still didn't seem to quite trust the macaw, silently reaching over to disconnect the communications and let the navigations diverge between the vessels.