Without warning, the hot lance of a laser beam cuts across the void! Your combat senses reflexively execute the evasive maneuver that saves your life — barely. You search the spinning starscape for the TOG hot shot who just boiled away nearly 2 square meters of your ship's precious fibroplastic armor. Impulsively you punch up a hailing frequency, "Now I'll show you, TOC-slime, how it's supposed to be done." Calmly arming your ship's twin Neutron Particle Cannons, you close in for the kill that will leave New Rome one ship poorer...