“Right captain.” Langley said as he keyed in a command on the control panel before him and gestured to the navigation console before the captain. “Coming online now.”
As he spoke, Lugh turned to the navigation console before him and began to watch as the message that William had transmitted earlier began to play.
When he saw the man seated in what he recognized as the primary control center for the pocket drive a snarl crossed Lugh's face. The man on the small screen before him was dressed in a somewhat worse for wear black body sheath, and from the numerous rips and tears in the body sheath it was obvious that he had not made his trip onto the Carthage unscathed. It was his eyes however that drew Lughs attention; they were a remarkably dark shade of blue, and utterly lifeless.
“My name is William, and you have my friend. I'm not going to beg, plead, or try to bargain with you, we both know that you know this ship better than I ever will, and that there are far more of you than there are of me.” the voice that reached his ears was filled with cold resolution. “I'll make it simple. Nate and myself need passage, and yours was the ship we happened to end up on. We don't bear you any ill will, or have any designs on taking your ship away from you, but we also aren't going to be returned to Heinlein.”
On screen William turned and gestured, his hands making his presence in the pocket drive control center obvious.
“I've reset the pass-code for the entrance to your primary heat exchangers, pocket drive control room, and disengaged the safety interlocks governing the drive itself. I also managed to leave a few small presents in a few remarkably inconvenient locations that will ensure my demands are met.” Lugh paused the vid feed and turned to Langley.