[H1] Stelicar System,  Hocklyn Frontier [/h1]

Balial smirked, his sharp Eldar features becoming smug as he imagined the surprise of the Hocklyn crew as they were ripped from the 'safety' of their vessel and flung into the void. What a wonderful surprise to discover the transfer logs of a fully loaded convoy aboard the pitifully supplied fuel station.

With only one destroyer capable of a formidable defense he turned to the nearby comms officer.

"Open comm frequencies, time to deliver our demands."

The leering figure of the comm officer tapped a few commands into his pulsing control panel before signaling to his leader.

Finch tapped a control rune upon his throne.

He did not know the Hocklyn native tongue so instead decided to use Terran basic as it was easily translatable.

"Greetings upon you people of Hocklyn. I am Belial Lord of Balor and Lieutenant to The Tyrant of Badeb. In exchange for your lives you will one at a time dock and exit your vessels leaving all cargo aboard. If you refuse these terms you will be boarded. You have 5 minutes to decide."

The vessel with which Balial commanded the small fleet powered to life it's leize xenos design appeared as if a bulky blade cut through the darkness itself.

Several other dark vessels powered to life their deep purple engines propelling them towards the convoy.

Balial briefly considered what a Hocklyn might taste like but decided it would have to wait for a more suitable time.