Second Time's the Charm

[Fernand]

He nods half a dozen times rampantly, showing signs of earnest and uneasiness simultaneously. "U-u-uuuhhhhh.. YES, yes.." His speech is rickety and his actions are jittery, fumbling for his credentials to release the magnetic doors to his Cormorant. With a satisfying click, followed by a beep, the three rush up the ship. Tunnel-visioning to his cockpit, Fernand wastes no second and ignites the vessel - one, two, three... seven eight nine - they're out of the atmosphere.

Without hesitation he punched coordinates to the north-west, leading to the infamous Maures Nebula, known for its thick consistency that scrambles scanners.. which is why it's also a hot spot for Brigands, or worse yet, cold-hearted Maquis terrorists. He gazes to the right, gazes to the left, even gazes upwards, but he doesn't see or feel a blaster hovering a few inches from him. "Made-moiselles..?" He intones in a fluctuated manner. "Do.. do we have a destination? This nebula will only serve as a way to lose any pursuers you've wrought my- OUR, way."