[center]Entering the bathroom he saw Goldy looking at the mirror, with trembling hands reaching in front of the faucet. The faucet was build with a sensory mechanism so as soon as he extended his hands towards it, the water came spilling. Cuping his hands full of water, he splashed it to his face then traced his hands from the front to the back of his head. At last he slowly turned around to face Di.
[color=fff200]"Wh..what do you want?"[/color]-he asked with a weak voice, well knowing the reason.
[color=708090]"Is that how you should address your superior?"[/color]- Di responded with a grin. Without giving the other a chance to speak he added:[color=708090]"What I want, is for you to stay an honest, hard working trooper. Hardworking, that you make the credits you owe me, and honest, so you pay what's due."[/color]- with a threatening voice and an emotionless face, all the while approaching the trooper slowly, like a predator. Although slowly backing away as he approached, at last Di stood in front of him, towering over the trooper's average frame. 
As if finally mustering some courage, the blonde trooper looked up and started:[color=fff200]"I said I'll fucking get your credits. What's your fucking problem coming t..ghhk"[/color]- he was interrupted as a hand reached for his throat and strangled him.
Lifting him in the air, now face to face, Di looked him straight in the eye:[color=708090]"If you don't have the credits 3 hours from now your dead body will be drifting in space. After that I will pay a long visit to your sister."[/color]
No strain was visible in Di's still-emotionless face. The other trooper was struggling futilely, trying to pry the metal-like grip on his throat off. Finally Di released his grip on the trooper's throat, turned away and left. The trooper was panting heavily with half-bent knees leaning on the wall beside him, red marks visible on his neck. [color=fff200]"Crazy bastard"[/color]-he murmured to himself.
One less problem taken care of. At least he hoped it was taken care of. Not like he would kill him for real, just a beating as a reminder, maybe some broken bones. Withdrawing to his personal quarters, he opened a drawer and took out a wrapped package. Removing the wraps, inside the package was a filled syringe and multiple pills. After doing a favor to a medical trooper he basically got himself a lifetime of free pleezer and other drug supplies. He did save his life in the battlefield after all. Taking the syringe with the liquid pleezer inside, he removed the suit's left arm piece and injected the drug straight into the median cubital vein. Throwing the syringe at the table he crashed into his bed, arms open and looking at the ceiling. 
The effects kicked in...[/center]