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“They should be here by now,” grumbled a light female voice. The woman it belonged to tapped her thick leather boots against the floor in a steady rhythm. Glaring out the tall window, and crossing her arms for the thousandth time that evening, it was apparent to everyone on The Voyager that Juno Ryder’s patience was wearing thin.

“Have a little faith captain, ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day’ as they say,” the sing-song tone of her crew mate flitted from beside her.

“Yes, but they were laying bricks every hour!” The pirate snapped in response, tugging at her thick braid in annoyance before shifting her attention back to the void of space.

The dim glow of the stars danced in her pale viridescent eyes as she gazed intently at the twinkling light of the distant lunar colony, barely a spec to the naked eye. It was not the subject of the girls interest today, however. She was after something much smaller. A T.R.O.Y cargo ship was said to be departing from Ceres hours ago, and if her intel was correct, it carried Juno’s biggest payday.

“Captain! We’ve locked onto the target!” 

Confirming this, the frantic beeping of a radar was music to her ears. 

“YES! Good work Maia!” 

The infamous thief leapt forward towards her crew member electrified with energy. “Maia, send out the S.O.S signal. I want it broadcasted directly to that ship! Dug, hit the lights! Everyone else take your places, and stick to the plan.” The captain wasted no time in barking out orders to her ragtag team of ten. 

The crew dashed about in a hasty response, arming themselves to the teeth before disappearing into various blindspots around the ship. Lights dimmed, covering the assailants in a veil of darkness. It was only the crimson hue of the emergency lights that illuminated the deceptively empty room that kept Juno from tripping over herself as she took her position adjacent to the only door leading into the ships command center. 

An ambush was the pirates best chance at victory considering she was outnumbered and outgunned. A head on attack would have been suicide for her much smaller frigate, and its deceptive speed made it perfect for fast get aways. Once the trade officers boarded her ship, they would find it seemingly abandoned and make their way to the main control center, where Juno would be lying in wait. 

Over the intercom, Juno could hear a playback of the S.O.S message sent to their unsuspecting victims. 

“Mayday, mayday,”

“Please…” the voice on the recording was her own; sounding, desperate, soft. and hopeless. “if anyone can hear this message, this a passenger among The Voyager. Ship number 02121. We need help!” Her voice cracked in what sounded like a strained cry. “Our ship has been robbed. It was horrible—.” a quite sob echoed down the hall ways. “We request immediate assistance. Please help us, you're our only hope” The recording reached it’s end with a deafening click, followed by a tense silence. She had recorded that months ahead of time in preparation for this heist. If Juno’s acting wasn’t so convincing, it would almost be comical. 

“Time to see if they take the bait,” She muttered to herself.
[@penny]