Into each life someone's got to play somebody like a fiddle.wav
Squadron Leader: You will pay for that! More hostiles warp into the area! Squadron Leader: You murdering bastard! Those men had families! Yet more ships arrive, their crews intent on avenging their fallen comrades!
You have re-routed the destination beacon for the nearby rift. A small object in your vicinity explodes! Your ship's sensors are picking up some faint signatures in this area. They correspond to very small, but dense objects. It could be mines, so care is advised.