The Slime Crew Pirate Syndicate was surrounded on all sides.
"Boss, what do we do?" one crew member said nervously.
The leader cursed inwardly.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
After all the hard work. Just when they had completed their final raid. Just when they were about to enter retirement. This had to happen!
How the hell had they been found?
Wait…
The coordinates…
"Don't tell me…"
Did someone mess with the coordinates?
She knew it was not the machine race fellow.
He was part of the syndicate. Why would he do something that would make them get caught when he was part of them?
She was puzzled.
How had these Civil Defense Council fuckers found them?
No… that did not matter now.
How were they to escape this situation?
They were surrounded by rank 5 intermediate stage universe level elite operatives of the Civil Defense Council, in 200 spaceships.
She herself was a rank 5 intermediate stage universe level powerhouse, along with several crew members.
