"A knife?" the Captain chuckled. "Nice try. A rather burly Order trooper taught me a thing or two about knives while we were still allies... seems you lot have some... skill that makes placing a knife in your hands especially dangerous."
He settled back into his seat, "This is a Storm, there's a sewing kit in that box there, we repair everything on this ship. Part of the tradition. As for Christmas... I remember you from then. This used to be Enrico Alvarez's ship. Seems he was partial to you. So for his sake, consider yourself our guest, rest, recuperate... we will be arriving at our destination soon."
He noted the flicker of surprise, "No, it isn't Omega-52... and no you aren't going to be executed on this trip. We don't care about the alliance, nor about revenge. Information we already have, technology... well you can see we already know all the Order secrets. No Jerry, you have no value to us at all."