The Batarian slave ship dropped out of hyperspace within the vicinity of Rouger with a fresh cargo hold full of Asari slaves. Unfortunately for them, they would not be delivering those slaves. Not today. No more than a moment after they dropped out of FTL, the port side engine of their ship erupted into shrapnel.
"What the hell just happened!?" The Batarian captain boomed.
"Sir, we're getting a transmission." A crew member shouted.
"Put it through."
The Batarian was greeted by the helmeted face of a complete stranger. The figure was armored from head to toe in a fairly generic black colored armor. And when he spoke it was clear he was using voice modulation software.
"You will power down all weapons and surrender your cargo, or the next shot will be through your bridge." The armored figure ordered.
"Don't you know who this ship belongs to?" The Batarian laughed in defiance. "This vessel, along with all the slaves aboard, belong to Analdrun. Do you have any idea how much
**** you've just unleashed on yourself?"
"You are merely the third of Analdrun's captains to have this exact conversation with me this week. And I grow tired of it." The armored figure made a motion with his hand, and seconds later a round sailed across the front of the slave ship's bridge.
"Ok! ok! It's your funeral." The Batarian caved.
"You will patch me through to your ship's speaker system. I wish to speak to your captives." The figure ordered again.
"Fine.." The Batarian begrudgingly agreed.
"To the 200 Asari captives aboard this vessel. In a moment you will all be loaded into shuttles and transported to my vessel, where I will transport you to your homeworld of Thessia as soon as possible. If any of your captors makes ill of you until that time, do not hesitate to let my soldiers know. And we will put a bullet in their gut."
The shuttles came and the Asari left. The Batarian captain sat stumped, futilely attempting to discern anything about the attackers. Whoever the armored figure was, they took great lengths not to be seen. They used robotic soldiers to handle the theft. And none had any discernible markings, just like the ship they came from. Whoever this was, he was prepared. He knew exactly when and where to hit the ship, and he even knew exactly how many slaves were aboard and what race they were. Someone somewhere was saying things they shouldn't. As soon as the shuttles docked with the mysterious ship, it wasted no time taking off into FTL.
"Analdrun is not going to like this." The slaver captain said as he slunk back in his chair.