"A trainee whose name escapes me, Phate, and I were flying around Magellan when Phate caught a big fish: a Police tagged ship of the Train line going by the name Bad One or somesuch, loaded with boron. After he made the ultimatum, I flew alongside the Train's other flank. He demanded the trader give money, which the trader responded to by insisting he was poor. I suggested cargo piracy as an alternative, to which the trader insisted he didn't know what cargo was. I find it laughable just how imbecilic Liberty is becoming lately.
"As Phate was engaging the ignorant Trader, MM~Billy=Bishop, a Bounty Hunter tagged mercanary in a Templar showed up and opened fire on us. Phate fought and destroyed the ignorant trader, and I held off the mercenary in my Slipstream. It became clear he was the superior pilot, as I had already fun out of shield batteries and barely scratched his hull. It was then that Phate and the trainee arrived and vanquished the heavily armored foe with a well-placed mine.
"After that harrowing experience, I hacked the lanes for a while and didn't find any shipments of interest, just standard Police patrols and the occasional H-fuel convoy. I returned to Mactan to enjoy a drink and a nap after that.
"I would like to comment that it is nice not having to worry about 'legal' drinking age.