A Nomad decided to go all Agent Smith on the planet Jagloth, and make the whole planet copies of himself, turning the entire planet into a huge hive-mind with him as the head of the 'legion'. Naturally, the Confederation Navy purged that planet with extreme prejudice, to keep any trace of the Legion Virus from escaping Jagloth.
Fortunately for Mirikon and his growing crew, they couldn't stop him from escaping the system with valuable cargo he otherwise would have had to ditch to help with evacuation efforts. With a second ship and a group of raiders ready and eager to work for him (as eager as slaves get, anyways), Mirikon has his sights set on Dimiya, the knelfi homeworld and capitol of the Confederacy. What could possibly go wrong?
Mandatory disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, for god's sake! These characters are not heroes in shining armor atop brilliant white steeds. Don't take anything done here as a comment on real life. If you have triggers, consider this your warning.