"Shit-ah, I'm not insulting you. I mean Captain Shit."
The Black Needle leader, Captain Nais, the Marauder commander, and the other minor pirate bosses gathered together, worry written across their faces.
The current leader of the Black Needle Pirates greeted Nais, who was using the alias Captain Shit, then leaned close to whisper in his ear. "The Chosen's fleet is right outside the wormhole. What's the plan? Split up and run, or fight another round?"
"Fight, fight! We were born to fight to the death!" The Marauder commander never let go of his gun, his eyes blazing with a fanatical hunger for battle.
The Marauders worshipped combat with fanatical devotion. Sometimes they fought for resources, sometimes simply for the sake of fighting, and they were even willing to die for it. The diversity of life in the universe was truly staggering.
The other pirates, however, had no desire to die. They had sought out Nais's pirate crew, renowned for producing Idea Kings, to see whether this famous pirate chief had any ideas.
"That is precisely what this meeting is about," Nais said solemnly, circulating fluid surging constantly through his translucent Synth body.
He pulled a tall, robed figure over. The robe fluttered, dried blood leaving black stains across its fabric.
"This is the most powerful Psionics User in our crew. He has a way to get us out safely."
The Psionics User silently stepped forward and extended his thin hands. Blue energy coiled between his bony fingers, and a terrifying aura of psionics seeped from beneath his old, bloodstained robe.
Everyone present stepped back, staring in shock as the powerful Psionics User revealed his strength. None had imagined Captain Nais had someone this formidable under his command.
Only the burly Marauder leader abruptly raised his head, interest appearing on his