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He cast a glance at her and then gave her a slight smile. "No, I don't think I could stop you. I know I can." He winked and then dropped the subject, he had no interest in fight her. Honestly it would be a difficult match, not because of how armoured she was or the weapon she was using, things like that could be dealt with. His problem was that he was too emotionally involved with her and would probably hesitate if push came to shove. "Hey, it was just a working idea, I've little to no interest in using something like that for its intended purpose and I was just saying that you don't need to think of it as some sort of weapon that can never be fired." He had taken apart his weapon, cleaned most of it and was now busy putting it back together. "Well the ones we didn't kill." He laughed a little at the notion. It made him feel just that little bit better knowing that most of the death row inmates, the people that were there for the worst crimes and he had personally screwed over the hardest were dead. "Ooh, careful, the crew 'll get the wrong idea." He finished putting his gun back together and holstered it.

Dalton woke a few hours later to what he thought was a pretty annoying alarm clock and the pair of hands poking his face in distress. He really shouldn't have given them as much free will as he had but he found the idea of robotic hand butlers to be too good to pass up. He staggered out of bed, crossed the room and pee'd in the sink, they had uninstalled the toilet after one sap had flooded the room. It wasn't straight away, they let the guy stew for a couple of days to understand what kind of mistake he had made first. As his senses returned to him he realised that the annoying sound that he had been ignoring up until now was the 'battle stations' alarm and by now the crew would be in battle stations. He crossed the room to the door, pressed a button to reveal a hand scanner and then let himself out. There was no sense in having a room that nobody could escape from, what if there was an emergency. He motioned for the hands to follow and made his way to the bridge and once he was there, made his way over to Akira. "Hey, what's the situation?"

"Ha, ha. Very funny. It was Augustus, the clown marsupial." He let his eyes widen as he stared into the distance with his harrowed face. "He came for me, like death." He suddenly switched and grinned. "Kidding, I drowned that creepy koala with his squirt flower." Then high-fived a passing crewman. "Sorry, got caught up in my nonsense." He shook his head and took a closer look at the hologram, he reached out and spun the ship to get a better look at the engines. He took a little walk over to the weapons panel and then returned to her, his plan already formed. "You sure? You don't mind? Their your men, you know what I'm like." He grinned and when he was sure she wasn't going to complain he started dishing out commands. "Pork pie, leviathan, over charge the bolt cannon, and ready the stasis packs." He walked over to the navigation terminal and pressed a button, a tube stuck out and two wires dropped down. He began attaching them to his weapon. "Akira, you're on the boarding party, one survivor. They were attacked by Syndicate, standard cargo robbery gone wrong. We don't need people looking for this ship." He got the go ahead from the two he had put on weapons. "Akira, you know what happens when you fire a overcharged bolt cannon into a B-19 burst engine? Nothing. But what if they were using resonance transistors to compensate for shielding? Massive system shutdown." He aimed his gun at the screen as the Hot Shot passed and fired once. There was a slight delay but he had accommodate for it and the bolt hit the engine causing the ship drift. "Stasis it and tether it to the Glow. Akira, you know what to do." He began to unplug his gun, he would catch up with Akira shortly, he just needed to grab some ammo before heading out.

Dalton left Lucky in charge of the bridge, he was first mate and Akira trusted him. He stopped by storage before moving on to join Akira, he was taking his time for a reason, he didn't want a good plan to go bad because one of the crew recognised him and remembered his face. The best time to jump in was when fighting had broken out and he could move freely. That was what he had thought until he spied a scarf as he passed though the crew quarters. He went into the room to grab it when he noticed a member of the crew sat on the bed. "Akira know your here? Come with me." He could see the fear in the man's eyes and when he shook his head, Dalton knew what had to be done. He grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around his mouth. it did a pretty good job of obscuring his face but left a gab just big enough that he could talk without it being muffled. He reached Akira with the rookie in tow, clearly it had said something that he was more scared of Dalton then he was of a raid. "Found 'ickle Timmy hiding out in one of the rooms." He saw her looking at the scarf and raised his hand. "If you want a real answer, don't ask." He shook his head, clearly she didn't have the issue he had as she could just armour up. "I was told to give you a message, Syndicate have been on the horn and they want this shipment ASAP." He sighed, clearly annoyed that he had to work for Syndicate even if it was all an act.

Dalton shoved Timmy out and onto the deck. "You heard the boss, get to work." He waited patiently for Akira's answer. "They also wanted to ask if you were interested in the Cirrus job?" The Cirrus sector was well within Genesis territory and if anyone got wind of a Syndicate plot there they would almost certainly pull security from around the galaxy to strengthen the sector. "I told them you you were still undecided, but their pushing me for an answer." He had been helping to load the ship when he stopped to talk to her in front of the youngest member of the small crew, the kid had the look in his eyes that most of the rest of the crew didn't he wanted a fight and was just looking for an opportunity. Dalton swept his jacket back, exposing his gun from the back and just as he did he felt the kid reach for it and take a shot at the captain. He had loaded it with the smallest caliber rounds he could find just in case he got caught in the crossfire but if he had know he wouldn't be the target he would have found something that would have put her armour through its paces. He grabbed his gun back from the kid as fighting erupted around him.

Dalton took a tube of coolant out of his jacket and stuck it onto the barrel, it was a rivet gun at heart and while he would have liked to have used it as it was intended he really didn't think firing hot lead around an unshielded ship was a good idea. He looked up at the kid who was nursing his nose and grinned slightly. "The punishment for theft from me is death." He pulled the trigger, steam hissed out of one side and a rivet as big as his thumb flew out and split the boy's skull asunder. Dalton looked at his gun, impressed by the sound it made before turning to return fire on the crowd. He fired a few rounds as he retreated back to Akira. "Not using the big guns? You've changed, there used to be a time when you would blow holes in space stations to hit your mark." He wasn't saying it was a bad thing, in fact if anything she was taking her role a lot more seriously for it. He scanned the crowd as he bounced between crates and he for cover. "Guy at the back with the shattered knee, he's dropped his gun and nobody else seems to care. He survives." The man in question was pretty low to the ground so they could open fire without risking him. It was just up to her to decide when to finish the fight.

Dalton motioned that he didn't mind a little danger if it was for her fun and winked at her. He could see the sense in not blowing a hole in the side of this ship but at the same time didn't want her to come away disappointed by the encounter. "Have the boy's bring their shields online and increase their gravity, that how you keep oxygen in a sinking space ship. How do you think you survived the encounter on Sigma Alpha? It wasn't luck that kept the air in that derelict." He leaned out from behind cover, and shot the man with the injured knee, the rivet entered his head and then flew out sideways into the arm of his ally who stared at his friend in shock. Who he shot, plastering his brains across the back wall while he was distracted. It wasn't the killing Dalton liked, it was making his enemies feel fear. It was probably wasn't a good thing, but it beat turning to something else for cheap thrills. "It was only a suggestion, I thought we could hive him a helping hand and turned a blind eye while he dragged his way to the escape pods." He paused and looked at her. "Since there will be no survivors anyway, we can talk freely. I was thinking of using the heavy mod for the cruise, it a little bulkier, closer to how it originally looked but fired those mean looking spikes. You know, the ones that a designed to make people bleed. What do you think?" He unscrewed the empty vial of coolant and attached another to the gun, he had been firing while talking to her but felt he could probably get a little more efficiency out of it if had time to work on his gun. "I know their all civilians but we have to make an example of someone. What weapons you taking? The plasma injector or that crazy looking cannon under the sheet in storage?" He wondered if he was supposed to have know about that, he had taken a quick peek while on his way past.

"Oh that right. What did I tell you at the time? Space magic? Yeah, no, all the air was kept in due to space magic and mystic ooze. That's how they build space ships." He spoke with some degree of authority despite both of them knowing it was completely made up. He was fine tuning his gun as he shot and was happy with the results after two or three successful kills. He leaned against the crates he was taking cover behind and looked at her as she spoke, talking to her took priority over killing the remainder of the crew. "I'll take two or three, I don't want to get covered in blood, that's a sure fire way to return home infected with all sorts." He grinned, he was only half serious there wasnt much need for him to worry about getting sick, he was fairly sure there was a doctor for everything if you had the money for it. "You mind if I take a look at your weaponry then?" He grinned, clearly his real intention had been getting at her gun and seeing if he could get any ideas for his own blaster. "Provided he's amicable, I don't mind how we dispose of him. I think he would be honoured to be turned into radioactive space ash and then ejected into a black hole. I mean I'd need to have a word with him before we do anything permanent to him but yeah, I'll put space cannon on the possible list, along with left to float through space in a steel coffin and liquefied." Steel coffins were one man space ships that had no food or water, engines or communications and were generally set adrift in space. Most ships avoided them and the ones that didn't wouldn't be so kind as to let an occupant life if he were still alive. "Person with the most kills gets a free drink on the captain." He looked at Akira and grinned, shooting through his cover at two men kneeling behind a crate.