As the fighter wing were prepping for training in Omega-5 earlier, we were on the receiving end of more demands for identification and the like.
Of course, I told them where to take such prying, untrusting crap. They were given their chance to apologise, but refused to apologise or refrain from demanding that we act like mere trespassers.
Anyway, I gave the order to attack. We took out one of their fighters, Pepe, who unfortunately seemed to be the nice fellow with a good head on him, and his leader, Enrico, who wouldn't let us go about our business withut harassment. His gunboat was destroyed as it tried to flee. Apparently we 'ARE SO KOS' now... whatever that means.
I will not put up with these insults from anybody. They can call themselves Corsairs all they like, but I know what they really are... slime. The bad sort.