Battle Stations!! Again!!

Before you utter your retort, the ship shook with such **** to knock everyone off-balance and when Targ get himself back up and take charge of the situation.

"Status report!"

"My lord, sensors detected strange energy readings and ships coming out of them surrounding our entire fleet", said a Denivian crewman at his station.

Rin gasped in total dread at hearing this, honestly your not what's going on or what it means but it must be serious that she's more scared of this then thier captors.

"The White Hole", she said, voice filled with terror.

Now it's coming back to you. Even as a child you heard stories of singularities of white that instead of sucking ships and debris into itself, it spat them out, and a supposed ghost pirate fleet exist within and use these White Holes to arrive anywhere in the cosmos and attack ships unawares either taking peaple, cargo or the whole ship and everything in it. That's the common ground of the story with several depictions and ideas about the pirates from being unknown and undiscovered aliens, a people who were turned to mutants with monstrous looks and impossible powers, or pleasure cultist wizards your personal favorite. Still few believe the legitimacy of such tales, chalked up as old space stories.

Your father loved to scare you with these stories, you suspect to discourage you from leaving, even from the moment you said goodbye, he seemed quiet sure the White Hole would find you. You never asked him why or how he know this, you just left and never looked back. Yet here you are possible living in a ghost story, hindsight is bitch.

Your Inner musing is interrupted by Targ who isn't amused at Rins display.

"Shut up, and dont be stupid! The White Hole is nothing but a Myth."

"Myth... Legend... Defining of peaple and events so extraordinary that they couldn't possibly be real... I assure you Mr. Targ, the impossible is more real then the so-called real wolrd would dream", said a voice that seem to come from everywhere yet no one coup find the source.

The comms officer was pale as a ghost, clearly he had nothing to do with nor figure it out either. More disturbing, with your Elvin ears, you could hear several voices alongside it, all in different pitches and tones synched with the original, your pretty sure thier all the same voice put through some kind of synthesizer echo.

Targ and his Men had thier weapons drawn looking pretty trigger-happy at this point.

"Who's there?! Show yourself coward!", Said Targ ready to shoot at the first thing that moves.