Just at the edge of the<em>Musashi</em>'s Radar Range, a wounded Gamalis Freighter was trying desperately to limp away from the scene. However, when the fighting broke out, the Gatlandians were quick to knock out the Freighter's main engines. Preventing it from Warping out. The Gatlantian pirates were taking great pleasure in slowly chipping away at the Ship. Damaging its systems, but keeping the crew alive. letting them stew in their own fear. Oh how the mighty has fallen. The Captain remembered the days of Gamalis Expansion, and how their ships used to blot out the skies as great battles erupted through space. Ironic then, that one Terron ship would have been able to out fight, and out maneuver the best that Gamalis had to offer. She smirked as she considered the Honor it would be to fight the legendary Warwagon itself! Her ancestors must be smiling down upon her. "All hands, disregard the freighter! The Emperor has blessed us with a much worthier prize, the YAMATO!" She declared. Through out the ship, a cheer erupted as Crew reloaded, and got ready for Anti-Ship combat against a Legendary Super-Dreadnought.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Close our distance, Helm, but be cautious." Jeremy ordered as he sat in his chair, and gazed out the front view screen. "Comms, Continue trying to hail the Gamalis freighter, and see what they can tell us." Jeremy continued. "Roger Captain!" The young girl said as she bent over, trying the normal Gamalis frequencies, as well as the Open channels. Jeremy could only sit back, and wait until any news appeared.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The Gatlantian Privateer ship pulled away from the Freighter, its own fighters following like a pack of predatory fish surrounding a much larger predator. "Hail them! This will be a glorious battle!" the Captain called out.<br/><br/>On the Musashi, the Comm's ensign turned to the captain. "Captain, we have an incoming transmission, but it is not from the Frieghter." She stated. Jeremy was quiet a moment before he gave her a nod. "put it on Screen." He instructed. "Right away captain." The Communication's offer said as she flicked a few buttons. Soon, on the monitor immediately above the Windscreen, an Image formed of a powerfully built woman with unkempt white hair. She had wild gold eyes that held a feral gleam. Her outfit was a scantily clad harness affair trimmed in what looked like vibrant red fur, or hair. Her muscles defined in the light of her bridge. The myriad of scars over her exposed body showing a history of fighting.  Her thick arms were crossed underneath her ample bosom, and she smirked plush purple lips at the image before her. "I'm Captain Soren of the Gatlantian Privateer<em> Guunrak</em>. My Ancestors be praised for has crossed<em>my</em>bow." She boomed triumphantly.<br/><br/>Jeremy had to quickly remember what he knew of Gatlantians. They were a warrior culture that prized strength above all else, unlike the Gamalons whom were a Military State. "I'm Captain Black of the United Nations Cosmo Naval Battleship..." He started to reply but was quickly cut off. "I know of your ship the<em>Yamato</em>!" Soren bellowed. "There are few that do not know of the exploits of the<em>Yamato</em>as she traveled to Iscandar. Course, It would have been a very respectable tale had not the weakling of a Captain had not turned his weapons to the Gamalons. Showing the Galaxy the weakness of humans. And it is that weakness that will prevent your victory over me this day!" Soren declared. Jeremy was tight lipped as he let her get out her blustering. Yet, before he could respond in kind, Soren closed the channel. It would be about this time that the Patrol Ship would appear on Ginga's scopes. Surrounding it were a small number of fighters.