Well... it was bound to happen...

Well... it was bound to happen...

Captain Verdana sat in his chair, playing with the chain that served as his belt as it dangled loosly between his legs.  The whore was finished, since he was, and she was getting a shower. 

He sighed.  He couldn't help but worry about the future.  The Universe he's known was changing.  The rampant use of Cane was getting out of hand, and even Captain Verdana had to admit this simple truth.  But what could he do now.

Admiral Dallar had called for him to stand before the Galactic Armada Council, and it could only mean one thing.  They were going to call Captain Verdana out about his involvement with making Cane available to the universe. 

But what could he really do?  If he tried to run, how long would it really be before someone would rat him out.  He was famous.  All over the Galaxy, he was known for his heroic deeds. 

"Fuck!" he blurted as he leaned back.  He looked down at his naked crotch and legs.  He stood up with an angry sigh and pulled up his pants.  He looked in the mirror at all six and a half feet of himself.  He was broad shouldered and would have looked lean in the mid section were it not for the pudge from lack of discipline in his diet.  He sucked in his gut and stood proudly for a moment.  He exhaled, and let the pudge win.

He walked into the bathroom where the whore was still showering.  He looked at her almost too perfect body through the transparent force field shower curtain and sighed.  It was a shame, he thought to himself as he blasted her with the laser gun.  She fell, dead, on the floor of the shower, never to give such amazing head again.

Captain Verdana left the room, paid the bellhop to dispose of the whore's body, and he headed to his little private ship.  It was time to see the council...

"Fuck," he muttered as he took off into space.