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Intense anger bubbled inside me and threatened to spill over.

If I lost control, I would lay this grinning buffoon out and then tear the weapons from the second guard, whose blaster pistols were aimed at my back.

I had to be more careful than that, more diplomatic.

“I want to see her,” I said to Piggy.

“You’ve seen her already,” Piggy said. “Get a move on.”

“I want to see inside her. She looks fine out here but if I can’t see inside, there’s no way to know if you’ve stripped her out and left me with nothing more than an empty tin can.”

“She’s complete. Now, move—”

I slapped his pointing finger aside and twisted his arm behind his back.

I spun him around so he faced his buddy, who raised their rifles at me.

With Piggy in the way, they lowered their weapons.

I released my grip on Piggy, who checked his arm to ensure I hadn’t done any lasting damage.

“Put some ice on it and it’ll be fine,” I said.

Piggy glared at me and sneered, wiggling his nose back and forth in a gesture that betrayed his fear.

I turned to face the shuttlecraft and marched over to its hatch door.

“Take him inside,” Piggy said.

“But sir—” one of the armed guards said.

Piggy turned on him and slapped him across the face.

“I said take him inside! Don’t make me repeat myself, fool!”

He lashed out at the guard because he couldn’t lash out at me.

I was too big, too strong, and too fast for him to do much with.

Piggy took off, probably to follow my advice and put some ice on his injury.

I tapped my foot impatiently as the guards approached the back hatch door and unlocked it for me.

One guard stood back, his rifle glaring at me, and the underside plasma glowing brightly the way it did when it was being warmed up in preparation of being released.

He was making a mistake holding it ready like that.

It would explode if he wasn’t careful.

That was the problem with plasma.

It was powerful but unstable.

If you charged it up for too long it could explode and backfire.

That was why I insisted my crew use phasers rather than the more powerful plasma rifles inside the ship.

When you were in the depths of space, a weapon of such power was a bad idea, especially if your crew suffered from itchy trigger fingers.

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