A small flotilla of Kig-Yar raiders enter the zone. Pirates by trade they hope to begin a small incursion and plunder a handful of small ships without bringing the attention of any large navy ships.
The galleon Clarity of Regret leads the raiders at the helm of the group. On the bridge, the Shipmistress squabbles and squawks to her subordinates ordering them to push their repulsor drives forward. The dimmed purple lights bathe her crooked smile as she places her hand on the sheath of her energy cutlass.