A full squad of heavily armed and armored warriors stepped into the area near Baltimore’s table. Each warrior wore his or her own unique version of carapace armor. The one speaking, whom Baltimore assumed was the leader, wore an ornate horned helmet. He was as large as one of the legendary Astartes warriors. Brilita Sparks and Guzz Klobber shared an uneasy glance and Klobber looked at Baltimore. The Privateer Captain put his hand up to signal to his security detail that they should hold their ground, but not yet act.
The leader of the warriors nodded in Klobber’s direction and said, ‘Word around the station is you’re going into the Expanse; Silva Malorum to be specific. If you’re going out there, you’re going to need better protection than a few rejects from the penal legion. A sour expression appeared on Brilita Sparks’ face.
‘That’s it, I’ve had about enough of this tripe,’ Guzz Klobber quickly unholstered his weapons and Brilita Sparks quickly followed suit and the duo made to advance upon their detractors.
Blades flashed through the air and a quick succession of muzzle flashes illuminated the scene. Before Baltimore could comprehend what had happened, his entire security detail was on the floor swathed in their own blood.