"I claim this spaceship in the name of Blacksheep!" Julian cried, vaulting over one of the chairs. "Surrender or be boarded!"

"We've already been boarded," said the first officer, and looks inquiringly towards Tee.

"He's new," says Tee, helplessly. "Oi, Julian, point that blaster at someone in particular, alright?"

"Theodore," says Pru, with quiet urgency, "the captain isn't here."

Tee covers his face. "He's staging a daring rescue, ain't he."

Dom, silently, points his blaster at a patch of ceiling in which there are noises suspiciously unlike life support. He jerks his head, and at Tee's nod, shoots out the rivets.

"Hello," says Oliver Wolf, once the crashing has subsided. He winces, and pushes aside a panel that is suspiciously close to his ribs. "Welcome to the ship."

"Eh, we like it," says Tee. "Mind if we keep it?"

"Personally? Nah," says Wolf, with a debonair grin that'd look a lot more nonchalant if he wasn't supine. "But my security officer, I think she's got a few things to say."

"Not particularly," Mai Linh says from an inch behind his ear. "Mostly 'out.'"

"Excuse me," says Julian, raising his hand. "I'm very sorry, but is there time for a round of autographs?"