The Admiral's Guest

[X-Vlad]

Vlad, head splitting with a vicious combonation of hard cell floor, hard liquor, and sweet, sweet cardamine, stared up at the Admiral above. A vague thought flittered through the haze.

'Well... she's got a lot of... equipment. Wonder if this is going to hurt.'

He reached out towards the cell doors, but the hard-faced marines turned their helmeted heads, and took up guard positions outside the door. Sound-proofed panels slid into place, however, oddly, their surfaces gleamed with the lights of miriad cameras, recording every happening within the tiny space.

Hilltraud reached to the wall, and spoke, "Commander, is this being rebroadcast live?"

"Yes Ma'am," came a disembodied voice, "Everyone aboard will be seeing it."

"Good. Time to show these country boys how to deal with a pirate..."

The guards outside switched off their external cameras, preferring the darkness of a cold screen to what was going to happen next.

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