[LTC][L14 - Tauber - NR3F] Boarded!

The flat brapp of a blaster filled the bridge, and a moment later the navigator lay crumpled beside his seat. Lieutenant Tomee, his face contorted with fear, sat frozen at the controls of the freighter, staring at the body. They'd been jumped by the pirate corvette and some Uglies almost as soon as the old bulker had dropped out of hyperspace, en route to supply the Bacta Cartel garrison on Tauber.

A sharp prod into the small of his back brought him back to reality - the barrel of a blaster, held by a wicked-looking Falleen.

"Ok, bacta boy, here's what you're going to do. All those pretty little blasters and munitions in your hold belong to Brex's Marauders now. My esteemed compatriot here" - he gestured to the Devaronian who'd shot the navigator - "will plot the jumps for you. You just fly casual between hops. Do well and maybe we'll even offer you a job..."

The pirates cackled, as the Imperial officer shook in his seat.

Note for judging: Starfield is CMF Space series stands