Volax Stout entered the room in his wheelchair and moved past the unmanned control hubs. He turned the wheelchair to face the main window overlooking space and viewed the planet below. Deep in thought he slumped forward in his chair and the fat rolls of his stomach spilled out from underneath his black vest. The sweat was pouring from his bald head while his grubby hands wiped saliva from his rotten mouth. Next to him, metal shelving stood in rows with glass tanks displayed all along. Within each tank contained various small reptiles and venomous insects that Stout had collected over the years from various planets and systems. This was his ship. He also owned one of the biggest corporate companies in space; it was a mining company although he lived the lifestyle of a gangster with a cartel to go with it. Outpost Krone was his latest target and he had sent two diggers to the surface a couple of days ago to hunt for Kromtic; Charlie was not the only one. “Get up, wake up!”
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