[b]*The captain puts on a smug look*[/b] [i]Imperial scum? Ha. I laugh at your pitiful unintelligent mind.[/i] [b]*The main cannons fire*[/b] [i]You see, old sport. We're pirates. And we take what we want.[/i] [b]*Laughter fills the silenced comms, ever-so fading as the line was cut.[/b]

As the laughter fades, the Captain is met with a shocking sight. The half-meter wide ballistic is seemingly frozen in time— or more accurately, slowing. A purple-blue neon wave of light begins to envelop the pig iron slug, and the pod begins moving as it seems to [i]absorb[/i] the round into the ship. [i][Underdeveloped— ha! Let's see them push off the kinetic energy of an electromagnetic gauss slug for fuel!][/i] As the metal round disappears completely, the pod rockets off into the abyss, the pod's fuel reading just a tad more plentiful as Cain searches for aid once more.

[b]A chair is flung across the bridge[/b] [i]I want what's on that ship! Contact clients across the galaxy! Fridres, Gala, Brestine, all of them! I WANT ITS HEAD![/i]