Opoponax

The solitude of space. Even when in the company of our peers, are we ever alone. Surrounded by the impassible gulf of hard vacuum. We flit from place to place due to volitions decided by reasons as varied as those who travel.
Some lay in the asteroids, slowly but steadily ravaging the bounty of the belts, sometimes begrudging those who would do likewise, sometimes working alongside. The majesty of the large, crystalline rocks, stabs of sunlight reflecting off their refractive surfaces met, matched, and surpassed by the mining lasers carving large chunks from their petrified flesh.
There are those who lust for battle, whether for profit, for protection, or simply for the thrill of the hunt. Laying quiescent in wait, or boldly going after those they wish to destroy, the tactics are many. Long periods of waiting, watching, punctuated by brief yet violent activity, space filled with energy powered to levels which rival the heat of suns, or objects driven to obscene kinetic velocities