Piracy

Skulls and crossbones

Whispers

Fraeia sits at their bunk preparing themselves for the task at hand. Piracy, they think, never thought I would fall so far. Their eyes give a subtle twitch at a new but familiar sound. They hear whispers. They're soft and quiet, yet the whispers echo down every corridor of the ship.
Fraeia shakes their head as if to force the sound out. They stand and open the door to their quarters, intent on following the sound. When they step into the common area, a shiver runs up their spine. The whispers are louder here, almost deafening despite the fact that they don't seem to be saying anything at all.
Amber's voice somehow rises above the whispers. As soon as she speaks, the whispers disappear. "Fray?"
Fraeia narrows their eyes but only for a moment. They didn't even notice Amber sitting at the kitchen table. "I'm ready. Are we close?"
"What's wrong," Amber asks. "You looked really concerned just now."
"It's nothing."
"It's the piracy isn't it? We can find another way. We don't-"
Fraeia lies and it leaves a sour taste in their mouth. "It's fine. I'll get over it."
Amber shakes her head. "I don't know why. I've already ripped your life apart. This has been rough for you."
"Amber, no."
"Are you with me?" Amber looks up from the table and into Fraeia's eyes.
"Yes? I'm right here. I don't understand." Fraeia replied.
"No, I mean…" Amber takes a moment to form the words then continues, "Is this what you want? Like, no promise is worth what you've been through. Why are you still here?"
"I-" Fraeia pauses, suddenly unsure of how to answer. After all this time, they hadn't bothered to think about it. "Did it ever occur to you that I might actually enjoy it here?"
Amber laughs then replies in a flat tone, "No."
Fraeia sighs and nods, turning away to retrieve their rifle before speaking. "For now, yes. I'm with you."
They expected a reply, but silence followed. The whispers begin again, and if they didn't know better, Fraeia would say they came from within their own mind. "Do you hear whispers?" They ask, turning back to amber.
Amber stares vacantly at an empty patch of metal hull. She doesn't respond.
"Amber?" Fraeia inches forward, tapping on the table to get her attention. "Am-"
Amber's head turns, her voice not entirely her own. She speaks in Fraeia's language as if a native speaker, "Has it happened yet?"
Fraeia scowls at it, this beast who refuses to leave well enough alone. "You. Why? Why her and why now? Why can't you leave the girl be. She's been through enough."

Her eyes go wide, though it's clear it isn't Amber experiencing the shock. "It did, didn't it?" She pauses, her breathing rapid and shallow before speaking in a long drawn out sigh. "Finally." Tears form in Amber's eyes. Is Gibraltar getting emotional?
"Answer me," Fraeia screams.
"Be ready. This is it. You must keep her safe."
"Why?"
Amber breaks eye contact, a first when dealing with Gibraltar. "Because I won't be able to."
"You're her enemy."
Amber shrugs. "That's what she says but no." Amber toys with her fingers, looking up and leaning forward as if telling a deep secret. "I love her dearly."
"You what?"
Amber covers her mouth, fighting the tears that now stream down her face. "I've waited so long. You don't understand it now, but you will. Bring your missiles. We clash at the fever Breach."
In moments, Amber returns to her normal self. Her expression softens and she cocks her head. "What were we talking about?"
Fraeia responds in seconds, eager to put the encounter behind them, "We were discussing the plan. How are we going to do this?"

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Piracy is an economic certainty in the void. The closer you get to the galactic community, the more likely you are to encounter it. Pirates are feared, hated, and hunted for their crimes, but more than anything else: pirates are misunderstood.
I've had a few run-ins with pirates over the years. They're some of the only times being my mother's daughter actually helped. Pirates have been the best business partners I've ever dealt with. They pay better than anyone for salvage, used to both upgrade and patch up their vessels.
Warfare is an occupational hazard. Death in battle or at the hands of the law should one be captured is just as much of a risk. The rewards are definitely tempting. The crew of a pirate vessel divide their profit evenly, making significantly more than one would on a military or merchant ship. You may wonder why someone would take such a risk. It's simple. Nowadays, Pirates rarely need to lift a finger.

Setting sail

Pirate vessels deviate from the norm, most of the time. The captain is still the one who owns the ship, but it's easier to mutiny against them without the authority of a government or other organization behind them like on other ships. To help with this issue, every pirate vessel usually has a code of conduct or a contract ratified by each and every member of the crew.
It details who is in charge, division of labor, wages and division of profit, rules of conduct and punishments for breaking those rules, and worker's compensation. The only time this contract is nullified is during combat, where the captain is free to do whatever is necessary to accomplish their goal. This comes with costs, however.
Life in the void is dangerous. Damage to the ship leads to cost in repairs and then there's that worker's compensation I mentioned. This grants larger divisions of profit to those who lose life or limb. This is especially important If a crewman dies. They likely selected a beneficiary to receive their cut of the profits, plus a little extra due to their death. For these reasons, fighting is seldom the best option.

Jolly Roger

How does one get another ship to give up without a fight? We don't have much information regarding pirates in human history. Even if we did, they sailed oceans, not the stars. Despite this, something did survive: their flag. Human vessels use a skull and crossbones to indicate a known pirate vessel when scanning transponders nearby. This symbol happens to be one of the most successful marketing campaigns humanity has ever pulled off.
Just being a pirate vessel, or even turning your transponder off entirely, can make nearby ships skittish. Pirate vessels are armed to the teeth, and go through great pains to hide that fact. Imagine you're minding your own business and suddenly a ship you thought could never be a threat reveals weapons that can cleave your ship in half. Surrender becomes your only option.
You could fight, but if you lose and survive, you're likely to be captured. Pirates have a sordid history of torture. Survive an encounter with them and you'll just be another example of their impeccable branding, a living example of why you really should just surrender and give them what they want. The stories spread far and wide. Even now, many merchant fleets have policies in place requiring surrender If cornered by pirates just to protect the crew.

Staples of piracy

You wouldn't know it unless you've encountered them enough times, but pirate vessels tend to share similarities regardless of their origin. Pirates prefer destroyers or cruisers. Small enough to be quick, but large enough to mount devastating weaponry.
It's not just their ships, either. Pirates tend to operate in deep space, using interdiction to isolate targets. Merchants traveling with military escorts can be singled out. By the time the escorts manage to turn around, the pirates will be long gone, the merchant vessel plundered without a single life lost.
This leads to similarities in their behavior. Pirates don't tangle with military ships. Aside from stealing technology, it just isn't profitable. More than that, military ships almost always fight. They tend to be crewed by loyal soldiers, conditioned and disciplined. Then again, if their captain is in poor standing, the crew might just mutiny if told to fight a losing battle.