[i]Your yells were heard by one of the ships, and it lands. A platform extends from the airlock, and as the door opens, a full assault squad exits, one holding the kitten at gunpoint. A well-dressed man in a tan suit exits as the squad fans out. He stops next to the soldier holding the mewling ball of fluff.[/i] [i]The dressed man speaks.[/i] "Hello, fine warrior. We, the Galactic Republic of Section XHR-274, are here for one reason: to recruit those like you, in order to guard our newest criminal, as we transfer him to a proper prison. Would you like to accept this offer? You would be rewarded quite handsomely." [i]His British accent gives him quite the snobbish presence, but his wrinkled face and graying hair gives the impression that he deserves to be.[/i]