"Sorry Aya," Rakath sighed, blasting the communications array with an Aura Cannon. Then doing similar to the external engine parts. "You got your hands full here. I think I should get outta your hair."

Yeah, Aya already was back in the ship by this point, but he had to at least say it. Even if she didn't hear him. It wasn't like this job was fun to him. Okay, the thrill of running right into what should be purely suicide, that was fun. But the fact that it was a former comrade.

The price of business.

Rakath launched off the Dagda with jets of Aura from both hands, catapulting himself into the sky. Using Razor Gale and Glide to fly off to where his ship was, "I gotta go get my pay soon enough. So this is a dance for just you guys."