The rifle barrel ground against Xavier's sternum. The hulking inspector kept his four crimson eyes locked on Xavier's face.
"A junk trader without a manifest is a smuggler waiting to get gutted." Garn tapped his claws against the weapon's stock. "Take us to your hold."
Xavier offered a compliant nod and stepped away from the console. He gestured toward the main deck hatch.
Rin and Lyra fell in step behind the boarding party. Xavier focused his mind on the system interface while walking down the narrow corridor. He navigated the Dimensional Store and purchased fifty tons of authentic abyssal scrap.
[Transaction Complete. 500,000 Credits Deducted.]
[Items deposited in Cargo Bay 1.]
