“And here I thought we were getting along,” he teased, flashing a sharky smile.

He was the Space Cowboy who you had turned in to the IPC for a bounty. He was easy to capture, but you knew he’d easily escape. He always did.

“If I make a habit of gettin’ these 5 billion credit bounties on a regular basis, will you keep turning me in or..?”

There he was again. Your rival. Your lover?