Now it was true, draining all the air off a ship did make it a might harder to navigate. But really, oxygen, heat, and gravity were for suckers, and Harcourt Fenton Mudd hadn't spent five years as a Salvage Entrepreneur for nothing.
A good kick with a magnetic boot had the aft airlock propped open and the power cut. He could see the Lightning Bug through the thresholds, running lights off but main windows a glow. Their warp containment was shot, but they didn't really need it at the moment. A tether launched from the back of the ship, and connected with the side of the outer-airlock threshold. If the ship moved when the line hit it, Harry didn't notice.
True, they could just drift it all straight into the bug at this angle and distance, but snapping it to a zip line just made Harry feel better about the whole proposition.
Ruth and Eve had done a bang up job getting everything moved. Everything expensive had been well hidden, and everything cheap was being rounded up while Harry dealt with everything expensive. Magda was on the bug, playing catch the crates of medical equipment, and life was good.
Ultimately, they had three hours before the Starfleet Engineering core was supposed to be on the ship, and five hours before they'd actually show up. Naturally, Harry took his sweet time hooking crates to the line and sending them over to the bug.
"Maggie, you be careful with these," Harry warned over the comm in his helmet. "Ain't a one of them worth less than' a hundred thousand, gold pressed."
Damn it Feels Good To Be a Gangsta'.
A Real Gansta Type Player Plays His Cards Right.
- Five Finger Discount. [Technically, early Day 2.]