Planet Orginus, the Marshal's Office—
"This is piracy! No... No, this is nothing less than outright piracy and shameless robbery committed in broad daylight!" A fat man stamped his foot against the floor in furious protest, his entire face turning bright red as his anger continued to rise. "You're completely disregarding the entire legal code of the Tyrant Galaxy, treating its established laws and regulations as though they don't even exist!!"
"Call it whatever you like, if that's how you prefer to describe it." Sitting comfortably behind his neatly arranged desk, Peon slowly looked the man standing before him up and down, showing little concern for his increasingly furious objections. "Personally, I prefer to call it putting an end to theft, because that's precisely how I see what we're doing."
