Damian climbed into his crash couch on the ops deck of the Kanyari. Above him in the cockpit was Henry. “Gútegow, kowmang?” he called. “All good, kopeng,” replied Damian. “Take her out.” Henry confirmed with the station and proceeded to undock. With a few bursts of her maneuvering thrusters, the Kanyari drifted far enough away to fire up her drive. “Let's just see what she can do,” Henry said. “I dont like the sound of that at all,” said Malik. Henry hit a button and pinned the crew to their couches. The Kanyari's twin drive plumes burned bright blue as she shot deeper into the expanse. “Fuck,” said Mack. With a twitch of his wrist, Henry flung them around toward Jupiter. After a good burn, he slowed them down to about 0.3g. Buttersworth had said he would call them in a few days to give them some details, but they figured they could find some trouble in the meantime. “She packs quite the punch,” said Damian. “Ya she du. Cant wait fo ge some real action,” said Mack. “Oh, that'll come soon enough.” Damian grinned. Damian walked into the galley to see Malik serving mushroom and pepper fajitas to the rest of the crew. "Oyé, tolowda," he said.