When last we saw our valiant heroes, they were escaping the cosmic horrors unleashed to destroy them by the Mystamulons, a sentient gas race. Inside the intergalactic attack frigate known as Ruination:

“This is the fastest ship in the verse, why are they gaining on us?” The Captain yelled into his mic.

The holo-display cycled through various information arrays by deft movements of the First Mate’s fingertips. Frustrated, he switched between two separate arrays with flashing warning signals before merging them into one larger configuration.

“These creatures, seem to be capable of incredible speed and agility.” The First Mate pointed out some of the computer’s calculations to the Captain before continuing, “It would seem that they will catch up to us within the next thirty seconds.”

“Alright, crew,” The Captain began, boosting his commands over the PA system. "bring this bitch around! Gunners, prepare defensive fire! Ready firing solutions for missile batteries! Let’s show them how the cavalry fights! "