Part 1 of a series. Next part: A Tale Of Two Jackals "You fly like I do," Swiftfoot teases, chuckling as she brings the display for the console online, tapping at the keys. "Like a fuckin maniac. But hell, that's the only way to be, meh?" Barry makes his way back towards the port gunnery console. "Pick a target," he says to Torr, as he painfully settles back into the chair, and then powers up his terminal. "Ain't ever seen Torr barnstorm a landin' pad." Torr glances toward Swiftfoot for a moment, then sends the ship into a sharp banking maneuver toward the object of interest.