Linjal S'nad allowed himself a grin of triumph as the lone remaining escort for the Starwind-Class Pleasure Yacht vanished in a fireball; a result, he surmised, of his brilliant piloting skills and not the fact that his gunner was a droid. He could already imagine the panic that was spreading throughout the yacht, and the thought of its helpless passengers and crew groveling before him as he strode triumphantly aboard put the Zygerrian in a very good mood, indeed.
He'd selected this target with care, planning his ambush in an area where he knew there to be fewer Sector Ranger patrols, and choosing a ship that was full of creatures unlikely to fight back. Those were Linjal's favorite type of creatures; ones that knew their place as subservient beings to his genius and power. It had been several years since he'd felt such control over other humanoids. Not since he'd fled Zygerria had he been in a position to inspire such respect or terror.
Linjal found the whole experience quite intoxicating.
A comm channel was opened to the yacht, filling the bridge with the Zygerrian's silky voice. He'd briefly debated adopting a nom de' guerre, but decided that it would be better if his victims knew exactly who to fear. "You are now the property of Linjal S'nad" he said, something akin to a purring noise emanating from deep inside his throat. "Stand by to receive me, and do not even think about resisting. Bad things happen to those who put up a fight..." he said, confident that he had threatened the crew and passengers into submission. It was simply wonderful to be back in a position of power again, after many years of humility and exile...
...so of course someone had to come along and mess things up.
@Moon Nymph