The sheer absurdity of the bounty broke through her hardened smuggler exterior.
"Sebastian," Gwen whispered, her voice completely hollow. "They didn't put a price on your head. They put a solar system on it. Every single psychotic player with a ship is going to come looking for you."
The broadcast abruptly ended, the screens returning to their normal blue hum.
The silence in the bunker was heavy and terrifying.
Sebastian stood perfectly still. He didn't look panicked. He didn't look angry.
He just stared at the empty space where the hologram had been.
He slowly reached up and cracked his neck.
"Three planets," Sebastian mused, his voice a dark, unhinged rasp. "They think my head is only worth three planets? I'm honestly a little insulted."
"Are you insane?!" Corbin shrieked from the floor, scrambling backward until his back hit a server rack. "A Holy Crusade! They're sending the entire server population after you! We are dead! We are so fucking dead!"
