[b]Lakfakalle Freighter[/b]

The marine chuckled, pulling out the earbud and spitting at the feet of one of the marines. 

"You dumbass, we speak English perfectly well. But I believe you underestimate who we are." he chided as he pulled out a small, metallic slip and tossed it at the soldiers. It was emblazoned with a peculiar symbol; a circular object with a sword going through one end and a frond of a certain plant forming an "X", with a spear in the middle. Text in a foreign language was also engraved onto it.

"We're members of the Sylve Faction, the elite druglords and pirates of this sector. We couldn't help but take notice of your...interesting shipment, and figured that we'd take a personal look at it ourselves. We've fought forces scores larger than yours, who stand before us." 

He pulled out a small device, about the size of a human fist with a small safety lever, pin and a yellow symbol, a universally-identified symbol that told the device was radioactive.

"This is a Mark III Personal Nuclear Detonator. We recovered it a few weeks ago when we were scavenging the wreck of a few ships. Now, I want you to consider closely what you're doing, and how if you even [i]think[/i] of pulling that trigger, how your precious little cargo ship, and maybe a few others, will be completely obliterated."