The constant buzz of electricity withing the confined space of his cockpit did little to soothe the tired captain's already fried nerves.

For the past month he endured a constant onslaught of overly simple, dumb little missions assigned to him directly by the Senate of Seraphims. It was obvious they were trying to keep him as far away from the home world as possible while they dealt with sensitive matters of xenopolitics.

Currently, he was on yet another mundane mission to retrieve some sort of fragile cargo all the way from the Lunari colony at the very end of the Milky Way but the steady (and incredibly dull) voyage was disrupted by a distress signal.

The Pilot, Eddie, was certain it was coming from somewhere outside the secure trail they were currently on and advised to stay away but the rest of the crew seemed eager to check it out.

The Alpha Auriga was a battleship and could probably withstand an attack should the signal prove to be a faux and some sort of trap. Not to mention the obligation he had as a captain and a sensible human being to help those in need. And, well, it was mandatory to respond to a distress signal.

"It's too far away from any marked check points," he stated, leaning against the control panel thoughtfully, "we'll see to it but we need to be prepared for an ambush, should that misfortune find us."