A predator scanned me from subspace. They hunt in packs, approaching at warp speeds from distant galaxies. Fired on me and couldn’t get through my shields, as is the case with most pirates. I lead one into the atmosphere of a barren world.
I’ve made my share of illegitimate Nanite Clusters on the other end of a photon cannon. I can’t blame any of them for trying, but you can’t reason with intergalactic pirates. The scattered remains of the pirate and his ship rest in radiation.