Araxus sat in his chair, causally looking over the sensor logs. He had detected a Zrauurd cruiser and was smiling ear to ear. He had heard stories of them. A race ruled by women, strong powerful women who conquered all before them. He wanted to test that, to see how powerful they truly were.
Araxus was a Kazon, a race of hunters. They sought the strongest prey and mates by tracking them and taking them. They had only recently entered this part of the galaxy and were becoming a terror every race was forced to reckon with. While most of his kind were happy becoming mercenaries Araxus had become a pack leader. Kazon vessels were small, 10 man crafts. The were fast, tough and designed to close in on a large ship and rip it apart or to board it. Araxus was calling in his pack to take down the cruiser he saw. No doubt the captain would make a fine mate!
Once his ships were in position he sent out a small pulse wave and they swarmed over the cruiser. His fleet had been hiding in an asteroid field and to an observer it looked very much like a pack of wolves falling on a large buffalo.