The battlecruiser was sleek and bristled with weaponry. She was the pride of the Garnesh Shipyards, being one of the biggest ships in the Confederacys fleet. Being only six years old she was still being tested and refitted with weaponry and technology, a mobile testing platform for the navy.<br/><br/>At just under 1700 meters long, she was indeed a hell of a ship, only being surpassed by carrier and superfreighter class starships. She bristled with numerous capital grade railgun batteries, supported by a mix of lesser laser cannon and Ion cannon batteries. She was protected from fighters and missiles by numerous pulse laser batteries as close in weapons. All in all she looked every bit the part of what one might picture of a flagship or battleship.<br/>She had come to a stop about 50km from the derlict pirate vessel, it being well within range of her weaponry.<br/><br/>Ciera frowned as she watched the shuttles keep on their path, weapons locked on the strange fighter that emerged from the stricken ship.<br/><br/>"Mam, that fighter is broadcasting an SOS, and is on an intercept course with us." Shomei forwarded the message to her screen and her frown deepened.<br/><br/>"Order it to stop or change course. If it refuses it will be fired upon." her gaze was curious but deadly serious as she scanned over the shuttles reports, both beginning docking procedures with the pirate vessel.<br/><br/>"Unidentified fighter, change course or stand down to be examined, failure to comply will be taken as a threat and you will be fired upon!" she flicked an ear as her communications officer broadcast the message.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, her marines were storming the halls of the pirates ship, casualties were racking up as it seemed the bastards were holding onto their engineering rooms and bridge with determination. She finaly ordered her men to take anything not nailed down and retreat to the shuttles. Hopefully theyd recover something useful.