"A rugged, battle hardend man stood in a dark room. The numerous computer displays and gauges cast range and blue shadows upon his serious face, his eyes piercing among the darkness, overseeing the work of his engineers.

One of the workers came running to the officer. "- Commander, we have locked the target down and he cant go anywhere, whats the instruction. - Blow him out the sky he refused to pay the ransom, grinned the tall man."

Commander Spanner had been an mercenary for 30 years, and he always referred to his earlier years, when pirates where still honorable. Now they just randomly ransom pilots only to blow them out the sky. Despite his annoyance towards these pilots giving pirates a bad name he still makes his living from being a mercenary.

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