Space between Entiis and Omega-Outer worlds sector December 2564.

The MTS Hovel hummed across the stars,keeping an eye out for other ships,the cargo they carried was precious and for good reason. 55 tons of  Arcfire fusion reactors {military grade too} which was fairly common in the more civilized southern part of the galaxy.....But rare to the frontiers of the Outer Worlds.

Many pirates,smugglers and warlords would kill to get these reactors to power their petty power struggles.....And for the Potrosi smuggler Ozel it meant huge profits.His mouth watered under his breathing mask as he thought about the pile of credits he will have all to himself......Eh...After he pays his crew....He shook his head...."Arrrrh"

Perhaps he could ditch his crew and hide on some planet until they forget about him....It wouldn't be the first time he tried this trick.He walked around the halls of his freighter inspecting the sealed boxes containing the military grade reactors,the dwarf-like figure of the Potrosi would stumble past hardened looking thugs most of which where tattooed humans bearing an mix of military and custom armour and weaponry.

Ozel then clambered into his comfortable captains chair and sighed with relief.

"Easy job,easy money.....What could possibly go wrong?"

Ah that old question always did seem to tempt fate didn't it? In one way or another the moment you asked what could go wrong the stars aligned, extra dimensional beings turned their gaze upon you and engineered for everything to go wrong in a totally spectacular way. Out in the depths of space the vessel known as Helena tore through the cold emptiness of space making a bee line for the smuggler's vessel. The first the crew would know about it would be am fast moving blip on their radar system that was making a massive beeline towards them. "Ahhh..a big lug like this belching beast couldn't do a thing to stop me~" In the pilot seat of Helena Elisabeth smirked smugly looking at the target vessel through Helena's eyes. She observed the full length of the ship taking note of what she would assume to be weapon emplacements.

From this distance it looked like the target vessel had only one flak cannon which would prove to be a threat....where it not for Helena's "impossible" level of manoeuvrability. Alas nothing short of a weapon system designed with the specs of Helena in mind, or which literally filled every inch of space with flak, would not be able to even come close to damaging her vessel. With a few quick button presses she opened up a communication channel with the MTS Hovel her smiling face appearing. "Hey there!~ I am sorry to do this to you all..but I really do want those Fusion Reactors you have. They are worth a lot of money after all..so how about you all jusst surrender?" If the ship never bothered to accept her spacial phone call she would attack. If they agreed to surrender...she would simply accelerate and if the attempted to fight back? She'd attack.

Helena would speed towards the ship easily picking out incoming fire, calculating estimated firing arcs and of course calculating the differences in speed (thanks to her radar system as much as her "eyes") between herself and the MTS Hovel. Gunning it Elisabeth's vessel flew towards the smuggler's vessel a metallic screech being broadcast over the communication channel if it was still open anyway. She would easily barrel, roll, duck and dive out of the flak cannon's firing path's evading the shrapnel rather easily. Once she was close enough Helena would latch onto the side of the Hovel's hull right above what she assumed was the cargo hold. Her magma claws burned and grabbed onto the hull holding Helena in place. Rearing back the vessel's mouth opened and spewed forth a beam of scorching hot heat that would begin burning through the MTS Hovel; hopefully they had secured those reactors properly. The vacuum of space was a rather potent force after all.

Ozel watched as the radar picked up an fast moving ship suddenly appearing almost out of nowhere.His eyes widened as the unknown ship made an beeline for the MTS Hovel,an transmission from the ship came in the form of an female voice who demanded that they surrender their precious cargo.Ozel adjusted himself in his puffy seat as he screeched out back to the transmission.... "Screw you". Only to be met by an metallic screech

The MTS Hovel began to pick up speed,trying to get far away enough to power it's FTL drive.The single flak cannon fired upon the speeding ship but with little effect,the dragon-like ship dodged the cannon's shrapnel blasts and spewed scorching blasts of heat that cut through the hull of the Hovel sending it's crew flying as the artifical gravity failed.

Several of the containers slowly slid out of the ship into space.

It was a shame that the smuggler crew did not seem eager to surrender and spare themselves further damage, death and injury..but alas! That was their choice and Elisabeth was all to happy to oblige! As Helena tore through the hull of the smuggler's vessel Elisabeth was surprised, and disappointed, to see that the crew had not bothered to decently fasten down their cargo. Such a silly thing indeed as incidents like this showed one could not be too careful. In the pilot's seat Elisabeth shook her head and sighed given Helena a mental command. The dragon like vessel obliged opening up its' boarding ramp and out jumped a series of individuals, Elisabeth's fellow pirates, using multi directional space manoeuvre gear to jet back over to the crates flying out. 

Once they landed on the crates in space they would attach miniature thrusters, using magnetic clamps, and firing them providing enough thrust to send them flying towards Helena's open cargo hold. Using her weapon systems Helena would, under Elisabeth's command, blast away at any hostiles who tried to interrupt. As every crate fell out of the vessel's cargo hold they would be directed into Helena's cargo hold. As fast as she had came and torn a hole in the vessel Helena would move away from the cargo hold..only to turn around and move towards the cockpit. She'd land, or attempt to as one could only ever promise to do, on the front of the cockpit and lean in close. Yet again she would attempt to open up a communication channel and issue an ultimatum. 

"Promise you forget everything you saw here...or I might just be included to gut your ship like the catch of the day. Or maybe I'll just tell the local authorities what you're up to and hand one of these lovely generators over to them as proof. Or maybe I'll just do both? I don't really know in all honesty!" Elisabeth would wait for an answer then immediately close the communication channel before jumping off the cockpit. Elisabeth's vessel would circle above the smuggler's ship as a vulture would circle a dying animal. Elisabeth imagined it must have been a highly disturbing situation to have a mechanical dragon like vessel circling above you watching, waiting, planning. It was made an even more dangerous situation for the MTS Hovel as Elisabeth was all too willing to utterly butcher the crew; a message written in bloody deaths could be an effective one indeed.

Ozel watched as the dragon-like ship tore through his cargo bay,taking out his power systems and disabling the artificial gravity.The Potrosi smuggler began to float from his padded captain's chair as he began to swirl around in panic....He hated zero-gravity and the spinning made him nauseous.The dwarflike Potrosi then grabbed the frame of an railing bolted to the roof and then he messaged his mercs.

"STOP them......I promise double pay for the man who brings me the pirate's head."

Ozel knew his chances where slim against the pirate ship so he began to float his way towards his room and to the safe he had inside.He then unlocked it and took several hundred-thousand in credits and made his break for the escape pods whilst leaving his mercs behind as an distraction.

The mercs donned magnetic space suits and stood at the hull breach their way towards the pirates carrying away their haul.The mercs immediately jumped and thrusted themselves with knives upon the pirate crew who had little to no cover between them and the ramp.

Ozel then strapped himself into the escape pod and blasted off to the nearby planet leaving his ship and crew behind.

The mercs unaware of their boss's departure continued to charge towards the Helena's crew.....Towards their doom.

With the cargo safely stowed away inside Helena's cargo bay the rest of the crew she brought with her made their retreat. They jumped into Helena's cargo bay and took up positions firing back on the trading vessel's crew. Oh sure some of the pirates had been unable to actually get to cover and were indeed attacked by the trading being pinned down to the ground by the knife wielding traders. Of course despite the fact some of the pirates had been pinned down by the traders it was soon going to be a matter of bringing a knife to a gun fight. The pirates that had managed to take up positions in Helena's cargo bay, using the generators as cover, aimed their weapons and fired in well exercised volleys. Clearly these "pirates" were much more than simple criminals out to bleed the universe.

Eventually the last of the trader's crew would be gunned down or other wise taken care of and the cargo bay sealed. Helena would break away from the vessel she was latched onto and fly into the inky darkness of space abandoning the badly damaged merchant ship. One might wonder why they had left so much evidence of their crimes behind but really the answer to that was simple: fear. Leaving behind evidence for the galaxy to see what kind of targets Elisabeth's pirate crew would hit would, hopefully, go to show nobody was beyond their reach and in turn that would ideally cultivate a reputation. A well crafted reputation could be just as deadly as any weapon but really that was a matter in the hands of the pirate's leader; Elisabeth was just a pilot and squadron leader equivalent. With their catch in hand the pirates fled back to their vessel.