A Brooding Muse
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The hunt for a competitive edge never ceased.
Khorm found itself in a rather advantageous position over the years. A rare resource called Agrocite resided just beneath the surface - and this literal gem could take a good turbolaser and make it great. Naturally, it led to a lucrative source of income for the world. It didn't matter which war was being fought, everyone could benefit from their weapons hitting a bit harder. By the current year, Khorm was sending out ships full of Agrocite to practically every military force in the Galaxy.
Naturally, the Haxion Brood wanted in on the action.
So it was that two ships in particular found themselves on the syndicate's radar. The star of the show, known as The Halberd, was a gargantuan cargo hauler filled to the brim with Agrocite. Its escort, The Red Nap, was a nimble assault craft meant to serve as an escort. Together, they were bound for the Outer Rim, where they'd supposedly be dropping their goods off in Hutt Space. But that certainly wouldn't do! The Brood could put the Agrocite to so much better use than the Hutt could, by far.
Thus, the captain of The Halberd found it very surprising when the view from the bridge changed. Typically, there would be an azure blur of stars. Yet suddenly, there was a lurch that almost unseated the man. "What th-" he stammered, whipping his head around. "What's going on?" The Droid serving as Navigator beeped nervously before responding. "We've been pulled out of Hyperspace!" The captain's heart sank as a single word fell from his lips.
Almost like a death sentence.
"Pirates."
The ships responsible were an old, refurbished pair of Agave-class Picket Ships who had set their gravity well projectors to the feth you setting. But of course, the duo was not alone. A gaggle of corvettes and other nimble craft descended upon their prey like vultures. The captain cried out "Red alert! Red alert!", prompting the paltry amount of cannons they had aboard to start firing. All while its escort soared into action, attempting to defy the odds in its defense.
The table was set and the Brood's main course had been laid out before them.
It was time to eat.
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