WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: The PezDispenser

Prince Gorak peeks around a crate and sees that the people who just called out to him were the same three men who had left him back on Leche. Two of them have undergone some radical change in appearance however. Beyond their now bald heads, they also seemed unnaturally cleaner.

Although their bravery seems to have improved from the looks of their weaponry their common sense certainly didn’t. Gorak supresses a great urge to fall into a fit of laughter at the feable show of force they have managed to put together.

Immediately he decides to let them live. First, as he suspected their leader did seem like a reasonable man. Second, if they were all dead they could not show him the whereabouts of the monkey. And lastly, these men are obviously no threat to him whatsoever.

Still, you never know when these uncivilized types might need a little encouragement so he puts on the synthSilk gloves and sprays some Agonizer chemical on his left palm. After quietly packing away the SDK he handcuffs it to himself and then steps out into full view.

“I am Gorak. Prince of house Az’Ibulon. Recent grand captain of the RRS Grey Killer and life long member of the Romulon military senate.” Since Gorak was in uniform, deception would have been useless. He was only stating what his medals and badges detailed anyway. But he did now regret using his missing boot on that crewmember’s head back on the Grey Killer. His appearance is somewhat less than regal without it.

“Moreover, I am prepared to handsomely reward you if I am taken to the nearest neutral territory. And given new boots.”