>>6046107One is a rather short, blue-skinned being with large yellow eyes and a pathetic powerlevel practically radiating fear while trying to conceal it. But the other seems vaguely familiar, as if you've seen him somewhere before. Or someone who looked like him. He's a purplish-skinned man with grey hair, bowl cut and the usual Galactic Patrol attire. But his eyes, his piercing, grey eyes which draw your focus. They seem far... Older, far more experienced than the youth before you. And something about them nags at the back of your head. You've seen eyes like those before, but where?
“Hold on, you're not Rtyr 'Vama.” the short one says to you, pointing a finger. “Just who in the world are you, anyways?”
“Jaco.” the second one says, eyes looking you and Kori up and down once in the blink of an eye. “He's a Saiyan.”
“A Saiyan? No no no, that can't be Merus. There's no way a Saiyan would be on a Varric-pattern.... Heavy...” the one called Jaco says, looking you over once more. Eyes stopping as he sees your tail lazily wrapped around your waist. “Cruiser. Oh boy. Nobody said anything about Saiyans on this mission!”
“Jaco. Merus. I am the Captain of this vessel, the Providence Deliverer. Or have been ever since I defeated the former Captain and took his place. And you both are now my prisoners. Cooperate, and your lives will be spared.” you tell them honestly. “I'm sure the Galactic Patrol will pay handsomely to have you both back. I will be keeping your ships and weapons, however.”
“What about Calamis?” the one called Jaco asks. “Did he surrender?”
“No. He tried to escape after pretending to surrender when he heard you both were coming, and was killed in the attempt.” you tell him with a sigh. You wish you hadn't been asleep for that, as you could have prevented his death. But you had to give credit to Can Kag, he's a crack shot. “Unless you wish to join him, I suggest you cooperate.”
“Jaco. Allow me to handle this.” the one named Merus says, stepping forward. Where all of your men simultaneously warm their weapons, causing him to stop in his tracks. Eyes flashing over each of the weapons pointed at him, as if trying to calculate his odds of reaching you. When he sees the attempt is most likely futile he stops, raising both hands. “I challenge you, Broly. One-on-one. Winner becomes the new Captain.”
