Steel yourself, Interloper. Pirates have discovered our world! Grah! They will provide practice for your weapons.

Steel yourself, Interloper. Pirates have discovered our world! Grah! They will provide practice for your weapons. Attack, grah! Attack! Burn their hives of villainy and sin! Let them know that this is no one's sky but ours!

As they tell me of the pirates, the Armourer begins to shake. I have not seen such passion, such hatred, expressed in them for any other being. The Armourer alerts me to the presence of Pirate Ships orbiting this world, asking me to go and fight them.