He was minding his own business and milling about at his makeshift space station fashioned out of heavily damaged Stargeos Space Carrier two cargo vessels and his former flagship Victor Ihorovich's Revenge. He was planning his next supply run on his console with his captains as he gets a transmission replies it and holds a semblance of courtesy. Privet! You better have good reason to interrupt my work outsider we are on a pinch right now and need to get our food and medicine from the nearby merchant convoys. If you aren't offering us food or supplies I am afraid we will have no choice but to go through with the raid as it is impossible to cook bread only with flour and some of my crew is suffering from scurvy due to lack of lemons.