::The comm unit blared as Solari broadcasted to several Bone Carver Drone ships in the area::

"Search the vicinity. Last reports indicate that his vessels beacon went offline within this sector. Find his vessel and acquire Smeagle or whatever remains."

::Several hisses were heard on the receiving end of the comm, followed by a "Yessssss siiiiire." ::

::Solari smirked as he eyed the navigation map of the sector.::

"You can't fight fate."

::He laughed. His tone was maniacal, cold, and calculating. A predator of space.::

::The comm unit screamed and hissed, "We have found his vessel siiiireee."::

"Good. Move the hive in. Send out two drones in Eagles to tow it in."

::There was a hiss followed by a confirmation, "Yes siiireee." ::

::A massive ship approached Smeagle's vessel. It was strange and of no particular origin. The ship seemed to have been at one point in time a very old freighter, perhaps dating several hundred years back. It had long lost any glamour it had. It was fitting with any salvageable part available, with heavy armored plates everywhere and spikes. Several cannons had been crudely fashioned to the ship. It was horrendous, and yet... very.. lethal.::

::The ship came to a stop and out flew two Eagle's from its dock heading toward Smeagle's ship. No doubt their former owners did not need them anymore. The two Eagles flew in close to Smeagle's ship, their hulls crudely painted with strips of red. It was a real shame that it wasn't paint. They fastened towing lines to the ship and prepared to dock back with the hive.::