Zuzen looked at the little beastman, "A ship off Norrux Mirugal? It's possible, but it's not easy. And the point is moot anyway, Rectja isn't just going to let you leave the planet. The foul beast has more control and power than just a simple crimelord. No, we're going to have to deal with him first, and I am fairly sure he has a ship of his own somewhere in that cesspool of sin and avarice he calls a palace."

Zuzen sighed and shook his head, these poor offworlders had no idea who and what it was that they were dealing with. Rectja was a crimelord, it was true, but the alien wielded more power than some governments. His word was law, since his gang was large enough and powerful enough to kill anyone who disagreed. It was despicable, the epitome of everything Zuzen hated. And so Zuzen moved from his position next to the wall and stood in the center of the room.

"Everybody listen to me," he said, his robotic voice booming, "I am going to tell you who exactly we are dealing with with Rectja Tyrr."