The captain sat back down on his chair. It was Daniel Lightfoot. A shrewd but intelligent leader. Over the intercoms, the voice of Devon Lightfoot: "They don't even know what's coming for them." The captain, Daniel Lightfoot puffs on his cigarr like some old cowboy. "No they don't." a faint smile on his face can be seen "hit the jump portal. All squadrons on me. Prepare the bombs and warp scramblers. We'll show them hell.". In an instant the fleet of the chosen few, members of the elite Lightfoot Darkhand ad Drop corporation simultaneously warped. On the other end: Qwertymer Qwerman, the king of all scammers themselves. Known for spamming local in Amarr space with bogus scam offers. And his friends, an entire fleet. Frigates, battleships and everything in between. "I'll be damned" says Daniel Lightfoot. He lowers his cigarr ever so slowly. "This'll be a challenge to be sure. I'm not sure these black ops bombers will be able to take them down." "don't worry my old friend" Devon Lightfoot's voice can be heard over the intercoms. "I got this." Out of the warp appears, late as always to everything, a Sin. It's Devon Lightfoot. The massive battleship is a sight to be seen. Its ability to surprise enemies at a moments notice only surpassed by whole freaking ugly the ship is. And expensive. "Fire all bombs. Hyperdrive me towards that filthy scammer and block his warp." The intercoms are silent. All are following his orders. The bombs latch unto the fleet of the amarr scammers, and soon, the veldspar in space is mixing in with the pieces of flesh. Victory at last. Cool as always, Daniel Lightfoot doesn't let the excitement get the best of him. He simply takes another puff from the cigarr. "Good job, son.".
Tears in his eyes, Devon Lightfoot, thanks the fleet commander. "Thank you, sir. I-it means the world to me."