Blast them to pieces!

"I will not waste my time with these trifling fools," you pound a fist on the podium. "Remove that vessel from our sensors!"

Sneet smiles with evil glee and salutes you crisply. He issues the orders and Venomed Dagger easily maneuvers behind the vessel and into the asteroid field. The asteroids are harmlessly deflected by your heavy military shields and the alien vessel, though much larger than your frigate, is a scow easily outrun and outgunned. Powerful beam cannons sweep across the criminal ship, crushing its shields and burning through its armor. A volley of missiles explodes against its unprotected hull and the ship cracks open, venting atmosphere and tumbling bodies into space.

"It is done, Ship's Mistress," Sneet declares.

"Finish them off, no survivors," you command. "I will be in my private office."

You return to your private office to contemplate Omicron-69. It is a vast complex of space stations somehow joined together long ago, before humans came to this area. Many criminals disappear into the hundreds of thousands aboard the ancient ship. Every species mingles, often violently, and every illicit good and service can be found. No surprise **** traders were headed to a place like that. But law must be brought even here. The Space Empire intends to conquer this region in the coming years and your mission is to feel out the criminal elements and track down wanted criminals. You've got a database full of them.

You're studying those criminals when the door chimes. You bid the visitor to enter and Sneet strides into your office with a smile, his black hair swept across his pale and slightly over-large forehead. Sneet does not seem particularly attractive to you, but he does a poor job of concealing his own desire for you. Or maybe it is only admiration. He obviously wants to be captain some day and in the cutthroat Space Armada the easiest way to do that is to eliminate the competition.

"What is it, Lieutenant?"

"I wish to compliment your wisdom," grovels Sneet. "It takes a true leader to make a decision such as that. Unfortunately..."

He lays a folder across your desk.

"It seems we received a communication from Armada Sector Command. There were colonists from Vaginus-V aboard that **** trader, captured in a slaving raid a week ago. One in particular was the daughter of Admiral Wulff."

"What!? How did this happen?" you demand, but you suspect Sneet was involved.

"They will probably demand your resignation, or worse," Sneet shrugs. "Although, steps could be taken..."

"What steps?"

"I could modify the files to make it seems as if the message was never delivered to us. Blame the communication routing station in the next system. They would suffer the punishment and you would be free."

"And what do you get?"

Sneet's cruel smile returns. He rests his hands on the buckle of his belt.

"For now," Sneet says, "your lips around my prick would prove your appreciation, but I might have call for more later."

The impertinent scum! You should draw your pistol and blast him where he stands!