"How very considerate of you," Suul said, waving his left arm through the air in an attempt to feign appreciation. It didn't fool anyone. "You know, no one has ever shown me such kindness before..." Here Suul trailed off for a moment and turned his head skyward, as if he were deep in thought. "When I was a child-" Suul tried to continue, but Ugal cleared his throat rather loudly and brought Suul back to his senses. "Sorry about that, yes, thank you Ugal." The Monan merely nodded his head.
"Anyway, I will tell you this, Daeluush," for Suul had recognized Dantares' race after he removed his helmet, "I have been caught before. In fact, I've been in prison before. It's actually quite an interesting-"
"Sir," Ugal said, cutting Suul off yet again. He knew when his boss was about to ramble and knew this wasn't the time, place, or even the correct person to ramble to.
"Yes, anyway," Suul said, glaring at Ugal, "I do believe we have both over stayed our welcome here." With that, Suul patted Ugal on the back. This triggered a series of events that followed roughly in this order:
First: Ugal fired off a phosphorous smoke grenade from the grenade launcher attached to his assault rifle. The projectile arced towards Dantares and Krag. The path could barely be called a parabola, given the short distance it had to travel, but due to its heavy weight, gravity did manage to act on it somewhat. However, this was almost completely irrelevant, for even though Ugal was holding his weapon with one arm, his aim was true.
The grenade impacted directly into Dantares' armored midsection, knocking him on his ass. The shot was far from fatal, however. The grenade threw phosphorous all over the place, illuminating everything in a pale and eerie light, which, when coupled with the smoke the grenade started to spew, immediately blocked the two Source agents from seeing anything.
Second: After firing the shot, Ugal stooped to pick Suul up, and the entire group began to haul ass to their shuttle.
Third: The phosphorous began to catch fire after mixing with the outside air, forcing the Source agents to cover their own ass before they could even consider pursuing the pirates.
Fourth: Around this time, far up in the atmosphere were the Raptor and the Trojan. A large number of missiles were converging on the Raptor. Fortunately, the scrambling mechanisms did their job, and they did it well. They had been expensive pieces of hardware, and many of Suul's crew had wondered why their captain had wasted money on such things. Because of their high value, Suul had stressed the order that they were only to be used in extreme situations. This happened to be one of those situations.
A majority of the missiles either exploded harmlessly away from the ship, or fizzled out and floated away into space. The few that managed to break thorugh the scrambling devices were easily mopped up by the Raptor's point defense systems and autocannons.
Navor, who was watching everything from the bridge of the Trojan, muttered under his breath.
"What an ass..."
Roughly a minute after these events, Suul and his crew were in a shuttle that was hurtling towards the Raptor.