[After taking over the ship, you are rounding up the captured crew, commanding your men] 

"Go and fetch me the knight pilot. His weapons are disabled, but I dont want any funny business from him."

[Proudly, slowly, gloatingly. Everything has happened exactly as you wanted.]

"You have fallen, stumbled and crawled through every trap I have set. And, now; broken, scared and tied like a pig you still have fight in you? Your prayers to the corpse on his golden throne fall on silent ears, you are alone as humanity was in its infancy. The universe cares not for your plea's, nor will anyone hear them as we set this craft adrift, as the oxygen slowly drains- your fate: inescapable. And your foolish shenanigan's cease, giving us peace... and trophies, as was the goal of our hunt. You are no more than game in our questing, and you will die as such; forgotten amongst the endless slaughter in the amphitheaters of thirsting gods.