"Why don't you watch where you're going? Get some respect." Ilsa yelled at the backs of the pirate work party, armoured and armed with low velocity shotguns and were those stun rifles? On their hoverlitter was mounted a strange machine with tubes filled with green liquid. Whatever it was, didn't seem to be very harmful to anybody. After getting a fair bit away from the very rude working party, the regular routine of living amongst pirates (if only the life was as good as Gorillas in the Mist) began again. Ignoring the lazy pirate illegitimates, Ilsa headed to the Gnat (maybe the name should be changed to Rogue Tamish Trader [RTT] Gnat). "Byte, find the best way to get onto the Exchange battleship without being seen." As Byte had been doing lately, he silently nodded and sent Ilsa a route on her PC. "Thanks. And talk more. Your new silence is depressing." As Ilsa prepared to alight back to the hanger, the station's general alarm sounded. "Lone vessel attacking space station. All warships protect the new acquisition. All cargo ships remain in hangers." Ilsa snorted at the announcement. "Byte, let's get out of here." With a nod, Byte replied, "Aye aye, ma'am. What flag should we fly?" That was a good question. The enemy was unknown, so it would be best to fly a flag that didn't have any major enemies. Someplace usually far away. "Set our SIS (ship identification signal) to Muspel Colony. Nobody hates them." As Ilsa flew the Gnat out of the hanger, Byte asked, "Where to now? Ivan and Marya haven't been able to patch the engine for long travel. We can't even get to the next star." Ilsa sighed. She had forgotten that they hadn't bought the parts needed to fix the Gnat yet. "Fine. Get to any other planet here. Away from the fighting. I'll probe tomorrow, make sure the station is still here, or scavenge what parts we need from the wreckage. I'll be fine in the power armour. I can survive a few days out there, if I replace the weapons with water storage."