The space pirates from Brian Gloom's crew are not some pathetic thugs of Flint or Morgan, whose brains were only enough to properly mock helpless captives and drink the captured booty in a port tavern or stroll in the nearest brothel. The star corsairs of the future also devoted their lives to the fascinating search for ill-placed funds, but they do this on a truly galactic scale, not even disdaining noble deeds for which any decent gentleman of fortune should be ashamed. What else do you think can be called saving the planet Ploba from rebellious synthetoid robots?