Deacon Crane shivered a bt at Delila's words.  "We are the sons of Ragnarok.  We have lived on Mictlan since the Ragnarok, and we use our ships granted to us by the gods to seek food and slaves from others who travel the stars.  This nebula is a fortress of ours, which we used to contain the Circle of Nine, and keep them from spreading their vile and subversive influence."  He explained, moving on to adressing other questions.  "Pastor James is my commanding officer, though he is still subordinate to the hellpriests.  We were to, if possible, tail you and cripple your engines, then board your ship and take your food supplies, as well as getting as many slaves as we could before leaving you crippled to get a second batch of slaves."  Deacon Crane said.  "Our cargo bay was almost empty to make room for raiding trophies, but it did contain a slightly out of date copy of our local navigational charts.  Calculating is almost impossible, since the Chiconahui nebula is constantly changing every few days.  That protoplanet we hit wasn't even there last week.  I doubt the charts will be much use to you, though, because they're heavily encrypted.  Only the hellpriests knew how to crack the cyphers blocking their use."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the salvage team reported back.  "Sarah, we checked the cargo bay, but it was empty except for crate after crate of parchment scrolls.  We're bringing those back on the shuttle."  Another junior officer delivered a set of papers to Sarah, detailing how the ship had taken on and lashed to itself 6 Argus lighters, a Pentarch shuttle, and a Dreadclaw assault pod, taking on a total of 150 captives.<br/><br/>(the navigational records can be decoded with a logic check with a -50 penalty.  Navigation(Stellar) checks can be used to aid this effort.  If the charts are decoded, they provide 100 acheivement points instead of 20.)