Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you!

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The stench hit them before they even saw sight of the Malodorians. These were dressed like something out of Mad Max, or a rock band from the 80's. Their leader had a spiky punk rock hairstyle that Seymour wondered was held up using just his own body grease.
“We want our cargo back!” He demanded.
“I'll let you handle this Mister Chrysler.” Seymour said, cowering behind a crate next to Cassandra. “Maybe you can show us your command style in action.”
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Jay stepped forward, glancing back angrily over his shoulder at Seymour who was cowering like a big girl.
Jay knew that Seymour would make a terrible commander, sure, he'd been Captain in the past, but he didn't have the balls to make tough decisions, to stand up for what was right, or to even defend himself when a small girl tried to steal his lollipop.

And that wasn't an exaggeration, Jay remembered back, three-million years (600 for him) when he was still Captain, Seymour bursting into his office demanding that Jay jettison Crewman Jacksons five year old daughter from the ship (without a space suit) because she had 'mugged' him.

No matter how careful you were to avoid trouble, it will always find you. Deep Space was a dangerous place, and if, the moment anything came up Seymour ran and hid - well - the entire crew would be dead within days.

"Gentlemen" Jay said arms out stretched "What can I do for you?"
"Give us back our stuff!" the lead Maldorian said
"Well you see chaps" Jay continued "This stuff heres been confiscated for inspection..."
"On who's authority?"
"Mine.." said Jay, flashing his STCP badge. "This here is contraband fellas, I'm taking it in as evidence."
"STCP has no jurisdiction here! This isn't a time crime!"
"Well that's were you're wrong see" Jay said "You stole it last week....that there, is in the past."
"well, yeah but..."
"Aha! So you admit it!"
"Erm...well..."
"Look, this is your first offence, I'll let you off with a warning....but next time it'll mean I'll press charges ok?"
"Erm...yes enforcer, that's um....very generous of you...."
The Maldorians turned and began walking back to their ship and vanished through the cargo bay doors.
"right.." said Jay, wheeling around "It won't be long before they figure out they've been had, but that should have bought us some time...let's arm ourselves and get ready to defend the cargo!"

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