The Verminator approached the RV, Tau 37. Death Runner had Jeremy by his side, a chunk of his hair missing. Every time a crew member saw this, they couldn't help but laugh. But 'twas not just the now awkward looking order captain, but the happiness the crew felt from the 600 million credits they had just received. More credits for the boss, more credits for them. The Sarissa parked beside the three SCRA gunboats.
"Haha! A splendid sight! I had thought the day that i see the SCRA in front of me would be the day I die!"
The crew looked around at each other, confused.
"Eh never mind that.. Well then! I have your little boy here!"
The captain turned towards his side and pointed at one of the guards holding Jeremy.
"You there. Take a squad of your best and proceed with the orders."
The screen went blank for a moment, then quickly returned to It's normal state. Death Runner turned back towards the terminal and screen.
"Ah sorry about that, a bit of a malfunction.. Damn machinery. Heh.. Right well! He is being sent over as I speak."
A small transport soon departed the Sarissa, and began heading towards the gunboats. Jeremy was constantly mocked and even smacked a couple times by the ruthless guards of an evil captain. Upon arrival, the respective SCRA officials stood there at the airlock, arms folded and awaiting their prisoner. The guards had Jeremy in thick chains, some even seemed to have been misplaced and 'accidently' hooked onto his skin.
