Ambush
“It’s a trap!” 
I barely heard the shout before I felt the crackle of weapons discharge in the dry air. My newly acquired crew had been behind me, but now scattered to engage the attackers. 
“Form up!” I yelled, but knew it was little use. The crew was not accustomed to fighting as one unit. They were, after all, strangers to each other. I chased after my crew, firing at the Nausicaans and Orions. If I can’t have order, then chaos it shall be. At least we seemed to be heading in the general direction of the warlord’s encampment. 
Nimbus III does not want to give up its secrets easily, but I’ll be damned if I let a desert world get the best of me.