Ahoy, matey Space be a realm of riches, just waiting to be plundered There be rights and wrongs to be righted and wronged, and thems that sail the skies of tomorrow waving the jolly roger (or some alien equivalent). Yarr be full of tales of these space buccaneers, outlaw souls who roam the spaceways seeking wealth, blood, and freedom in many forms... and lusty pirate wenches Be readin' ye these tales to thrill and chill, lest ye be forced to walk the star-plank