This is not what Karl had in mind when he got promoted to the space station. Junior Assistant Intern (Second Class)! A step up from his old work, albeit with one that required a much greater rent payment. But it meant that all he had to do was watch the screen and report blips to his immediate superior. And hey, if he sticks to it, in a few years, the company says they'll even start paying him! But now everything's gone to hell. He's somehow in charge of a flight of drones, which was [i]not[/i] in the training manual, and Turbo Knight II herself is stalking the bridge looking like she's just looking for an excuse to behead somebody. [i]kRshitz[/i] Well, that's not good. He taps his monitor anxiously, willing the blinking dot of Drone#2549A to come back on. [i]Brrshti[/i] Heads are starting to turn now, and against his will, the camera feed of #2458C turns, stars spinning in the background, to focus on On... No, really, who the hell is that? Not anybody Karl knows. He's sprawled out, grinning like the Cheshire cat, on the back of #2458C. No, wait, didn't he get some kind of memo about this? He didn't read it--in fairness, nobody can [i]really[/i] be expected to keep track of the dozens of updates corporate sends out--but he remembers that face. Yeah, good ol' Wanted349.jpg, that's the guy. And he's talking. Karl gingerly checks where Turbo Knight II is before turning up the volume on his terminal. "--urprised at you, miss Knight II. After all, you said you don't like your father. And yet, here you are, acting just like him? Hiding behind a wall of drones, a wall of mooks, because you don't want to get your hands dirty. Pity you're too much a coward to come out and fight us [i]mano a mano.[/i] You're really gonna hide behind the Stupor Senile squad you got going on? Gonna count on daddy's money to buy you safety?" Too late, Karl realizes that a deathly silence has fallen across the bridge and a burly, too-bulky shadow has fallen across his monitor. [We just baaarely squeak by with a 7 on Provoke. Let's see some anger, irritation, and irrational confrontations, please.]