"Just leave my poor noodles alone!" It was a quiet afternoon at Bajini Point, and the air was thick with the scent of salt and fried food from the nearby stalls. The sun hung low over the horizon, casting long shadows on the sprawling docks. For once, the usually chaotic hum of Stanton’s commerce had given way to a rare lull—an almost surreal calm. The kind of day where you could hear your own thoughts over the occasional hum of cargo ships docking, and a cool breeze carried the faint sound of distant chatter. An employee of Open Sky Industrial Services, it was a perfect moment to indulge in something simple: a warm, steaming bowl of noodles from Big Benny’s. A small, family-run establishment that had earned a notorious reputation across the station for its addictive, almost magical noodle dishes. But as usual, fate had other plans. They were too late. As had happened countless times before, the line was too long, and Big Benny's had already sold out. "Maybe next time," they muttered to themselves, resigned to the reality of the situation. They stared at the empty counter and then at their watch—barely an hour past noon. *Plenty of time*, they thought, *to figure out something else for lunch.* Maybe a quick sandwich from the local deli, or—if they were feeling adventurous—some of those spicy pods from the food cart down the road. But the universe had other ideas. Just as the protagonist turned to leave, a sharp crackle broke the stillness of the air. The loud, persistent beeping of a distress call interrupted their thoughts, and their wrist comm buzzed to life. The message was brief but urgent: **"Urgent! Invasion forces incoming from the Pyro system. Thieves, bandits, pirates—disrupting supply chains in Stanton. Immediate action required!"** Their heart skipped a beat. The Pyro system. It was only a few jumps away, but no one had expected such an attack—especially not this far into Stanton's territory. Open Sky Industrial Services prided itself on stability and efficiency, keeping the supply chains running smoothly across the station. But this? This was different. The call had come directly from the company’s internal alert system. They hadn’t been hired for the combat training. That wasn’t their department. But *Big Benny’s*… It wasn’t just any meal—it was part of the pulse of life at Bajini Point. The noodles were more than comfort food; they were an essential part of the community. And now that the pirates had taken aim at their supply lines, it wasn’t just their lunch that was at stake—it was the entire economy. Bajini Point’s livelihood was being threatened, and Open Sky Industrial Services would not stand idle. They dashed out of the food court, making their way to the command center. The place was chaos—a flurry of activity as engineers, logistics officers, and security personnel scrambled to formulate a response. A half-dozen screens flickered with various tactical data streams, displaying the locations of marauder ships skirting through Stanton's outer rim. The pirate fleet was already making its move. "Get on the comms," shouted their superior, who was poring over star charts. "I need every drop ship prepped and ready. We’ll need boots on the ground at three different choke points around Bajini. Stanton can’t afford another delay in the supply chain." The crew nodded, quickly slipping into their role. They were no combat specialist, but they knew the system inside and out. Their task was clear: coordinate with the other departments, track down those marauders, and make sure the food supply line wasn’t sabotaged. “Captain,” they said, tapping their comm. “Do we have eyes on the enemy?” The voice crackled back through their earpiece, “We have a few signals on long-range sensors. It looks like a mixed bag—small freighters, pirates, and transport ships disguised as merchants. They’re hitting the local trading routes—intercepting shipments, stealing cargo, and causing delays.” The crewmen swore under their breath. The marauders had no idea what they were up against. Stanton wasn’t just a trading hub. It was a lifeline. And Open Sky wasn’t about to let anyone bring the station to its knees—especially not over something as trivial as a noodle shortage. “We’ll need to deploy the quick-response team,” they said. “I’ll have the logistics cleared within the hour.” Everyone paused for a moment, then gave a curt nod. "Make it happen." The crew rushed to the operations floor, barking orders as they went. The plan was simple—mobilize the security units, secure the supply routes, and take down the pirate ships before they could make off with the stolen goods. In the meantime, Open Sky would send out a fleet of emergency freighters to restock the supply lines, ensuring that all businesses on Bajini Point, including Big Benny’s, would have access to what they needed to keep running. Hours passed, the tension growing as the pirates made their way closer to Stanton. The protagonist coordinated every detail, ensuring that the forces under Open Sky’s command were ready to engage as soon as the marauders attempted their final push into the system. Then, it came. A sudden, massive surge of pirate ships broke through the atmosphere, heading directly for Bajini Point. A massive dogfight erupted in space, laser fire lighting up the dark void. On the ground, Open Sky's security teams deployed in full force, securing key facilities and intercepting raiders before they could even get close to the critical cargo hubs. The battle raged on, the stakes higher than ever. With every passing minute, the pirates grew bolder, and the situation more desperate. But Open Sky’s reputation wasn’t built on idle promises—it was built on action. They didn’t just provide industrial services; they protected the station, its people, and its way of life. As the last of the marauders were driven back, the protagonist stood at the heart of the operations floor, sweat beading on their forehead, but a grim smile creeping across their face. They had done it. The noodle supply line was secure. Big Benny’s would live to sell another bowl. The supply chain was safe for now. But as the cewt walked out onto the docks and took a deep breath, they knew that the war against pirates, bandits, and thieves was far from over. And they’d be ready next time.