Life aboard the Rogues' personal luxury yacht.

Chapter one, Stalking.

Josh was getting impatient.
-What are we waiting for?
-Shh,son.
And that was it. He had to obey or he'd be keelhauled through the airlock.At least his father said so. They were staying like that for hours,all systems off,just life support at minimum... waiting for something. That type of silent stalking piracy was new for Joshua.. What if the Naval forces discovered them? But that didn't happen.
After a few more tense minutes of staring in the empty space from the yacht's bridge,something came in visual range. Romario grinned and said:
-A transport..Good. Josh,this one be all yours..You can do dis?
Josh nodded and started giving orders. When the transport came closer,he yelled:
-Fire her up!
All lights,systems and the shield went on. Weapons started to charge.
-Fire a cruise disruptor missile,stop that huge brick..
And brick it was. Design seemed .. with Rheinland origin,probably a Behemoth. Further scans confirmed that. Josh contacted the brick's captain:
-I'd suggest cutting those engines to a full stop,captain.
A voice with an accent responded:
- Ich don't orders from scum like you. Starten evasive maneuvers und chargen die weapons.
The Behemoth started shooting. It would have probably been an agile transport,but it was currently full with cargo.
Josh didn't expect anything else:
-Fire all turrets. Roll out our little gunboat turret surprise as well.
The pulse cannon did an amazing job on the Behemoth's shield.
The yacht had less guns but was far more agile as it was nearly empty. The Behemoth was heavily armed but too slow. After a short,but fierce battle,its shields went down and a few accurate shots disabled its systems. Joshua was about to order a hole cracked in it,when Romario yawned and said:
-No,be preparin' ta board. We be takin' dat home.
-Ye heard him maggots,get weapons and suits.
Romario remained on the bridge,lighting a smoke.

Chapter two, Behemoth.

Joshua and his crew boarded the transport... and found themselves in unknown "waters". This design was something they had never seen from inside.. Everyhing was now terrifying.. Dead bodies everywhere,melted wires...smoke coming out of somewhere...Half ot the transport's crew was dead,the other half running in panic. A few were still sane enough to take light weaponry with them. The rogue strikeforce went through the survivors like an LPI officer through Sunbucks donuts. Joshua himself made some nice kills. At very long last they were in the command room.
The captain was lying on the floor,blood leaking out his stomach.
-I told you to stop.
The captain looked up and his eyes met Joshua's.
"Blue eyes.How charming" There was no fear in those eyes,only anger. A large,bloody spit found itself in Joshua's face. Joshua froze for a second staring at the captain,followed by a quick shot with his gun. The captain was no more. The vessel was theirs.
Joshua yelled:
-Look for more survivors.. If there are any,keelhaul them in space! If you find women..bring them to me.
The men yoiked and went in every possible direction,looking for loot..and women.