6: Bomb, Arm Yourself

So we meet! I am Ht'ma O'Reilly, commander of the Mein Kampf and you are my prisoner. I've enjoyed myself, watching you run around my ship and making a general mess of things. Oh yes, I allowed you to do what you did to test the strength of my crew. I also felt the drills they were given lacked a certain....tension....which you seem to come with in great quantity. I'm still trying to decide what to do with you. Torture is one option, but you haven't really done enough damage for me to get any pleasure in hurting you. I could- why are you fading like that? Did the lights go out? Stop that horrible distorting its....