The core of the following was written extemporaneously during a chat conversation with a friend. It is a “Xenograg in Space” snippet that highlights how unexpected magic can be in a solar system where technology is the default.
A klaxon unexpectedly sounds on the bridge of the pirate ship. They had just waylaid a small, unarmed system cutter and ordered them to prepared to be boarded. The First Mate looks up in shock from his datapad.
“Intruder Alert!” he declares. The pirate captain’s head snaps around to face the First Mate.
“How can we have intruders?! Our shields block Transporters!”
“They did not use Transporters, Capt’n! They teleported aboard using magic!”
“They wha—”
The Captain never finishes his sentence as six bellowing orcs in plate armor storm onto the ship’s bridge. Two are not even bearing guns, just melee weapons. The Captain and First Mate are shot dead without even touching their own holstered sidearms. The rest of the completely unarmored bridge crew die from a single stroke of sword or axe, each.
The orc leader speaks aloud because it makes it easier for him to project his thoughts.
“The ship is ours, General.”
>Well done, Darg,< Xenograg sends in reply. >I am very impressed, in fact. Convey my honored respects to your band.<