When I'm flying under my callsign, we should all bear in mind that I might attract some unwanted attention, courtesy of an old friend of mine. I think it might have something to do with our last meeting, when I succeeded in grinding him up without breaking a sweat.
Yesterday, while tending to our recruits, I diverted my attention and consequently, gunfire, to two half-bred miscreants sniffing around the Barrier. I got lucky and got a bonus. 2 Cerberus prototypes have been turned in to our arms store. Biskvit was so confused that he kept running into rocks all the time, almost leading me to think that his ship was suffering from guidance failure. His Pirate ID'd thug, Nash_Granger, who arrived unannounced in an Ageira-manufactured bomber surprised me only with his lifespan.