Pirate Queen (female)

"Admiral Jones on deck!"

You step onto the bridge of your flagship. Your mother had named it the Grace, after the infamous pirate queen Grace O'Maley, when she officially declared independence from the Earth Federation. But after a few years of looting transports for supplies your mother had mostly abandoned the pirate life and turned towards the life of a salvager. Both the risks and the rewards were lower, but she'd hoped to establish a self-sufficient fleet empire, and piracy would create too much dependency on the shipments from earth.

As a child you never thought too much about it, you were born on the ships and never knew anything beyond the stale recycled air, or the dirty jumpsuits that everyone wore. You didn't remember the first garden that was built in a repurposed cargo hold, but you do remember how often your mother would walk through it in pride, she was almost as proud of her plants as she was of her daughter.

You were however old enough to remember the war, and the prisoners being sent to mars. Transport ships were simply dropped into the atmosphere with just an auto-pilot to maybe get them to the ground alive. You remembered your mother's rage when the news reached her of the inhumanity.

Your fleet spent several years dragging the biggest ice crystals that could be found in the astroid belt and throwing them into the martian sky. Water was the most precious resource in space and you were shocked by your mother's actions.

That was until the day you saw it. A whole fleet of transport ships from earth speeding through space ran strait into mars without even breaking. Your mother called to intercept but they were too fast and your mining shuttles failed to halt or even redirect a single transport. And as you watched the ships barrel into the entry your own horror turned into rage. You vowed that Earth would pay for every life they doomed on Mars.

Today marks the first day on your path of vengeance, you trained your mind and your body with all the tools your fleet had to offer. You studied every record of the Federation ships to learn their weakness and their strengths. And you mapped out your strategy for ambushing and avoiding Federation patrols.

Now as you took your new seat for the first time you steadied your breath as your officers waited for orders. They were good men, except for your logistical officer Jane Frazier (who was a good woman), all of them were hard working and loyal. And all of them were absolutely loyal to your mother.

"Ok everyone." You began plainly, these weren't fancy people so big speeches would be a waste of breath. "Mother is gone and we gave her a fine sendoff. We're still living so we have to get back to living. I know this is my first time in this chair so I'm going to be asking for a lot of advice until I get everything figured out, but there is one thing that I know we need to do.

"Not very long ago we returned to the belt from our final delivery to Mars. And when I think about the people there and what the Feds did to them I can't help but get angry. The Feds have to pay for that, and I plan on making them. But I want to make sure we're ready to hit them where it hurts the most, so I want a full status update and a strategy meeting before we shove off. Any questions?"

Jane stepped forward,