"We've breached their overshields!" Lisandra growled. "Magmar - take the shields in case they do anything funny. Notch - you and me are boarding this pathetic ship, and strippin' it bare!"
"Yes Capt'n!" Notch skittered eagerly after the veteran Mantis. The two's long six-legged bodies could barely fit in the teleporter at the same time.
A bright flash of light shone and quickly died, revealing an entirely different ship from the Mantis'. This one had a clean, green-ish interior with glowing yellow controls overlooking a clear view out into space.
The sharp end of one of Lisandras feet smashed into the ground, drawing Notch's attention. "Argh! That Zoltan's not in the Piloting. Notch, quit taking in the scenery and help me break down this door!"
As Notch came to help, a calm voice transmitted through the speakers. "This was a Zoltan peace envoy. We meant no harm and we carry no riches."
"Hah, did'ja hear that Notch?" Lisandra struck out with their front arms and tore a massive hole in the doors. "That's what any rich meatbag says with'is back to the wall!"
"We do not understand, then, why you attacked us. We can only conclude that it is beings like you who have so utterly decimated our galaxy with your bloodlust."
Notch paused a second, trying their best to work out exactly what the meaning of big words like 'conclude' and 'decimate' meant. To their credit, they did have a fairly good understanding of what 'bloodlust' was.
Lisandra saw this hesitation. "Don't bother. A confused Mantis is a dead Mantis!"
Notch shook themselves, and with a final few blows they had completely shredded the doors. The two burst into what appeared to be the Medbay, where a faintly glowing green lifeform was standing.
When they saw Lisandra and Notch, they immediately held their hands up. "You have your victory. I only request my life."
"Haha!" Lisandra stepped forward. "Come on, you Zoltan. At least put up a fight."
The Zoltan remained motionless. Their yellow eyes were devoid of pupils, but they seemed to be staring at Notch with an intense gaze.
Lisandra was less than pleased.
"Weakling! I'm going to kill you anyway, but this is no honourable way to die!"
Somewhat uncomfortable, Notch felt compelled to speak up. "Maybe we don't have to kill the Zoltan?"
"What!" Lisandra snapped their head around to glare at their crew member.
"I'm just saying... if there's no glory in killing them without a fight we can sell them to a slave trader?"
Lisandra seemed to be considering. "I thought for a second you were starting deep space dementia, but that is a good idea. The Homeworld Slugs in the next sector pay good scrap for Zoltan." They turned back to the peaceful being. "You are a very lucky lifeform. It is not often the great pirate Lisandra spares their enemies."
The Zoltan did not look particularly grateful..
"Come on, don't you have anything to say? I saw you speak just a few seconds ago!" They hissed. "Fine. A quiet prisoner is the best prisoner; escort them to the hold, Notch!"