With his hands clasped, the lieutenant waited for Lo Da to deliver the good news.
He had confidence in their victory, considering they were up against one of the weakest races in the galaxy. Yet, his eyes hovered over the button to send the SOS signal.
Should I…?
The loud sound of knocking snapped him out of his thoughts. The lieutenant shot up from his chair, staring at the sealed doors.
"Identify yourself!"
"How about I shove my fist up your ass? Will that be enough identification?" Lo Da yelled from the other side. "Open it. I have a surprise for the higher-ups."
The lieutenant hesitated for a second before hitting the switch. As the doors slid open, Lo Da walked inside, dragging someone behind him.
It was a masked zombie wearing several restraints as the crew walked inside. The zombie looked battered. The crew must have done a number on it to take out their frustration.
"Sir, who is this?"
