My ship is in orbit over a planet where I can see a small star port down on the surface. I sit in my captain's chair on the bridge of the Undying Night (For pic see profile), talking to my current employer, "Just hit and run? No looting?" He replies, "Yes, I assure you that there will be compensation, that port is owned by, er, business competition and the at maiming of those facilities will push us ahead of them in the market." I think for a moment. "I don't know if I'm liking how this sounds, are there civilians living there?" He wipes his brow, "Well yes, but they all work for our competition, they have monopoly down there, but not much protection so this should not be to hard, but i will compensate for damages." I pull up a side panel displaying market prices, "Ok I like your offer but additionally can we receive 150 kilos of iridium hard light cores?" My employer seems like he does the same I have just done, pulling up a side screen. "Yes we get those very cheap and do not need very many." "Ok that's a deal Mr. Vicerla." The old man gives me the thumbs up and I close the feed. I turn around in my chair facing my crew. "Ok boys, to battle stations." They move from their beds where they were just talking and playing cards to position 2 take their seats beside me. 2 go up into turret seats and the last takes his seat in the Merlin attack fighter stowed in the belly of the ship and waits to detach until we enter the atmosphere. I put on my headset there is some idle chatter among the crew, I call them to attention, "Ok this is a quick hit and run for our employer. Weapons hot, aim for anything that looks like a factory or hanger." I pull the ship down into the atmosphere, the ship shudders as we pass through. As we level out two fighter pull along side us to escort us to the port, they hail us. "State your business here trader." I respond "Private business, that is none of your concern just take us down to the port." They reply authoritatively, sorry the port is on lock-down for security concern." Two small blasters on gimble mounts slowly protrude from the each side of the ship and point at the fighters on either side, steadying aim and once they are sure of their shots fire destroying both fighters from shots to their weak cockpits. As they burn and crash down through the clouds below the Merlin detaches and we begin a rapid descent. All of the guns extend from the hull include two large, manned turrets and two pylon mounted missile racks. We ready for the storm to come.