
Salvor Dreks
You also see there is a transmission incoming from the Walston starport. Salvor Dreks appears on your screen.
The comm crackles to life, and a voice slithers through the speakers like oil over rusted metal.
"At last, we speak face to face. I am Salvor Dreks, rightful captain of the fine vessel you so rudely stole from me. I was worried I’d have to hunt you across the stars, but instead, you’ve saved me the trouble by bringing my ship right back to me."
A low, amused chuckle drifts through the transmission, full of malice.
"I must say, you handled the Calibrandr well. Hardly a scratch on my ship. That’s good. Returning my property to me in better shape than I left it does put me in a rare good mood. Let’s talk business, shall we?"
The amusement vanishes, his voice turning cold, sharp as a blade.
"You see, I have the Walston starport under my thumb right now, along with the shitty little town beside it. Good, hardworking folk, scared and waiting. I told them you'd be smart enough to see reason. Because if you’re not, well…"
A distant sound filters through—the unmistakable muffled sobs of terrified people. Then a sharp cry, cut off abruptly.
"I don’t think I need to spell it out for you."