Rover leaned back in his chair. “Think of it, a pile of rare metal for lockin’ up a murderous pirate,” he mused. “We’ll be heroes and get paid to boot.”
Flyspur stared at his console and flicked his tail.
“Something eatin’ you, Blue?”
“Klate,” Flyspur said. “He’s not acting like I expected a pirate to act.”
“Awe, he’s just trying to butter us up so we’ll let him loose.” Rover glanced at a screen showing a security vid of the pirate, who sat calmly in the cage, right were Rover had left him in the cargo hold. The big furry creature didn’t pace or growl, just sat calmly. Sure, he’d checked the door after Rover left, then looked for a way out, but he hadn’t gone crazy, even though he looked like some sort of beast.
“There’s a spacial disturbance ahead,” Flyspur said as the Nellie shuddered. “Hold on.”
Nik raced into the cockpit.