Sector 248 – Mondaran System

Hatachi stood there, grinning as the masked pirate (he thought he was a pirate, at least), stood there with the pistol to his head. Hatachi couldn't help but laugh, as he could make zero sense out of why pirates would want to hijack his freighter full of Tribbles.
Maybe it was his storage methods.
The pirate seemed to glance at his associate, who was working on a small console. In turn, he turned back to Hatachi, whose smile still was unwavering. "What?"
"You have a Tribble fetish?"
A small pirate device, attached to the console, bleeped loudly. The associate checked it, and detatched it. "We have the database."
Or maybe it was that other valuable cargo that Hatachi was just vaporized for.
The lead pirate, after finishing his dirty deed, nodded. "Let's get out of here. Blow this thing apart."
Not so soon after the pirates beamed off of the bridge, did their ship empty out on the freighter. The freighter came apart at the seems under the immense stress of a full-forced torpedo pounding...

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