Ya, screw this guy.

You can't resist the urge to just punch this asshole. Balling up a fist you swing and catch him on the chin. He stumbles back into the hall. You press the attack and zap... tazer.

You wake up some time later in a holding cell alone, "Well at least I'm not naked." You say with a stupid grin, looking down at your prison issue orange jumpsuit. You don't bother walking around or yelling as it all seems pretty bleak.

Finally six hours of silence later a voice behind the door asks, "Alex Fletcher correct?"

"Yes."

"We have looked into your file and it would seem that you have no finances and cannot pay a fine, no employment, and no ability to return to earth. Is this correct?"

"I suppose, yes. So what happens now?"

"Well that is what brings me here. I read all of your files, you scored very highly at the academy, you had a job lined up with Nova, yet due to a clear gambling problem that is gone. I am in need of someone with your skills. I have an offer, I can get all charges dropped and set you up with a career. All you have to do is sign a few forms then you can come with me."

"So what is it?"

"Explorer core, first landing division. First boots on the ground on new m class worlds. Exciting stuff, sadly high mortality rate and these days all we can get are nut cases. No offense. Well, what do you say?"