A bright flash, the ejection alarm rings, and my little world tears off from the greater part of the ship into the deep blackness. I struggle against the acceleration, trying to breathe, trying to think. The inside of the turret fades to grey, then black. When I awake, I do not know how many days have passed. The oxygen alarm is ringing loudly and flashing its annoying little flash. This tells me that I will be dead in an hour, perhaps two. Against the spinning void, a single bright star grows brighter. Presently, the void spins slower as a tractor beam takes hold of us. The picket corvette has come to claim me as a prize. I check my guns. One is disabled, the other has retained half charge. I bide my time, feign death, and wait.
-Third Claw Mh'ruush, Imperial Raiding Force 10, Harrison System. After Action Report.