[b]Sylve Command Station, Rigel System[/b]

Space. It was something of such beauty, but also a cold and heartless void. SCS Alpha 3 drifted lazily around the star Rigel as reports were coming in from around the galactic sector, monitoring for the next freighter convoy to strike. Captain Switch stood at his office, looking out the window at the endless expanse of stars, with Sylve patrol fighters zipping past. He took a sip of tea from his desk and sat back down, observing his terminal. Suddenly, a document window popped open with a frenetic beeping and flashing light. He clicked on it and scrutinized the report.

[i]DELTA III LISTENING POST DETECTS PASSING CONVOY.
ORIGIN: UNKNOWN, POSSIBLY SAZKARJHIT, MOST LIKELY AIF.
CONTENTS: IDENTIFIERS STATE THE CONTAINMENT OF FOREIGN SPICES OF HIGH VALUE.
VIABILITY OF STRIKE: VIABLE[/i]

The pirate captain smiled to himself. He had gotten on the comm and ordered the Delta III assault squadron to move in.

"Assault at least two of the freighters and take what you can on board. If anyone tries to attack you place nuclear detonators and clear the area. Once area's clear...hehehe...return to the me before we can put it on the market. Now [i]GO[/i]!"

He almost lost control at the end. He checked himself and deactivated the comm, reaching under his desk for medicine. He took two capsules and threw them into his mouth and swallowed them. He sometimes reminisced how odd it was that they made him a leader so fast. His intense bipolar disorder often made others worry that he would make a tactical mistake. But alas, he held to it. He looked at Delta III's scanners and observed the vessels moving into the kill. He cackled slightly, reclining into his chair and taking another sip of tea.