I went over the logs once more and, quite frankly, the encounter we had with you was so bizarre that I cannot even start explaining it properly. So instead I will do so in limerick!
The incident begins with the Rogues,
Always scheming for money, those toads.
So the Tinkers were Chosen,
In the wast target Ocean
For they liked to transport large Loads.
So we came up to those Tinkers and said
"Hey, you'all wanna stay not-dead?
Start working with us,
Just make sure there's no fus,
And we'll make sure your breakfast ain't led."
And that offer they would embrace,
As there are already dangers in space.
So the Tinkers Replied
"Hey boys, it's alright,
As long as we don't get shot in the face."
So our story continues with a newbie,
Whose day would now become a doozie,
When he encountered my boy,
Who he soon started to annoy,
As he was stuck with base supply duty.
Sadly we couldn't give less of a crap,
Since we knew how he needed to act,
For all Tinkers paid Tribute
Which now was an Issue
Because the guy was about to snap.
He failed to answer our interrogation,
As he mentioned modules and their station,
For all we wanted to know,
Was he making them for our Foe
So we promptly removed his Engines.
And now we found ourselves in the present,
Where I have all right to tell you to get bent.
For YOU were out of loop
Of the dealings of your group
So stop being such a whiny peasant.
