As your ship floats through space, you’re rudly awakened as a voice forcefully comes over all your internal comms devices
On the screen a dark Indian woman appears, with sun damaged skin, tribalistic scarification and adorned in flashy ornate gold jewelery.
We - by the cunning of our fearless Admiral, the Kar Tenger Khagan, Samudra the Reborn, founder of Ex-ACRE Khanate of House Vagrant.
In reaching peoples who have made their submission, let them respect and stand in awe.
This is a directive to all those who may hear it, may they take note and comprehend, what has been said.
If this petition reaches you, the subservient, to the orwellian systems governed by the Houses Major ruled by their empty throne, or their puppet Houses, in which by given the name Aquila, Eridanus, Lyra, Pyxis, Reticulum, Serpens, or Triangulum, or otherwise employed or affiliated with the spineless corperation ACRE, must come aboard our deck and serve us. At that time, we, the emissaries of Ex-ACRE Khanate of House Vagrant, will make known of all the commands of the Yassa.
Defy this petition, the Shudra Horde, servants of the Kar Tenger Khagan, Samudra the Reborn, will claim you with Reticulim Sabre and it’s Fornax harras.
Her image dissapeers, you look out your bridge upon multiple battle equipped Fornax frigates acompanied by a fleet of adhoc starships, including fighters, shuttles and free merchant class ships floating abroad.
A 60 second timer ticks down as you see multiple fighters begin to encircle you.
You think to yourself, “Damn, nothing is worse than entitled pirates.”