And the miner looked up from his hulk's control panel and sayeth
"this is really freakin' boring, I wanna shoot something".

He looked about him for those who most deserved to die and
the lumbering golden scows of the slaver brought a red light to his eye.

Quoth he who was once a miner, "The slavers still hold my people in durance vile, I shall smite them until all are free"

And the miner put aside his pick, took up a sword and mined no more, er, except for alliance strat ops when somebody lends him a hulk.