An independent mining crew is out scavenging for Ore in a lone sector of Omega 7. Little do they know they have been spotted by the notorious Renegade Gator and his thugs, their time is so short...
Mafic a2-1: "This is a2-1 to command. We have incoming vessels on multiple vectors!"
Mafic v6-t: "Roger, my readings check same, and they don't seem friendly. Their weapons read hot and ready to fire..."
Hegemon 'Command Vessel A4': "Scatter all defense pilots. All mining vessels set engines to full speed on my way-point now!"
The Mining defense vessels engage as swarms of Sinners emerge from a nearby nebula-cloud. The space if filled with a light show of colorful weapons. In the background Gator's personal I'Ane can be seen, acting as the command and control vessel for the attack.
Gator: "Sinners, disable the rear Hegemon and destroy any resistance. That mining vessel is our priority target."
Lust: "I'm on it boss."
Pride: laughs "I do love a good chase!"
Wrath: "Your wish is my command, lets send em to hell!"
With precision Gator's orders are carried out by his Sinners and before long the space is full of debris from the miners defense vessels. A lone Hegemon sat on the outskirts of the skirmish, disabled and defenseless.
Gator: "Ah perfect, kill all on-board except one... My dog needs a new play toy. This Hegemon will be perfect for Rorry's Operation."