Calondrican Guard Joseph Bottleneck felt the blood drain from his face.

‘Pirates’, he stammered.

It was too late to sound the alarm, their rocket was landed and it’s crew had entered the Council Chamber. By the time Joseph organized a Platoon to retake the Chamber, the Buccaneer Rocket was gone. And all was left inside was a menacing note stating their demand:

‘Citizens of Calondria, we, the Rascals of Palossis, have captured every last one of your Politicians -if you do not come up with an eighty billion tonne Zartonim ransom by sunset, we will release one of the hostages.’