Skye smiled as he listened to a pair of Rogue pilots snorting and grunting as they complained about the lockdown in place on Alcatraz Base, whilst he applied the finishing touches on his 'project' in the docking bay.
The two thugs fell silent as Skye emerged from underneath the fuselage of the ship he was working on. He took a few paces away from the ship to turn around and inspect his work. After a few seconds he folded his arms and exclaimed to his onlookers:
