The call came in deep in the night. The voices spoke to me in a hurry, marked by an obvious rage. This time it was Omega-5 and so we formed a small patrol and left Rockhome through the wormhole. And they were right. We noticed a large battle inside the thick asteroid field. Lasers filled the darkness with light and at times a nuke's explosion sent shock waves in our direction. Once they appeared in scanner range, our plans for them were already made. Corsairs and Miners - fighting each other. It couldn't have come any better for us. So we picked out our targets and ambushed them both.
Fast and lethal. As always, the confusion was to their disadvantage. Even though a few of them managed to escape, many of them had their very last flight. One of them died to my ice-cold hands. The enemies were defeated and pushed back to their metallic hideouts. Hopefully the humanity will stay naive like they are. In reality the humans in total did outnumbered us by far, but still they were blinded by the presence of their human enemies. How innocent can a race be and fight their own siblings and parents. It seems, they're making it easy for us it.