The Tulpar Freighter crew had finally reached their breaking point. Jimmy’s self-centered attitude, his constant disregard for the rest of them, and his hollow assurances had worn thin. He always claimed to “understand” them, but actions spoke louder than words—and his actions made it clear that he only truly cared about himself. So, Captain Curly decided it was time for drastic measures.

In a tense standoff, they managed to trap Jimmy in a chair, surrounded by his disgruntled crewmates. Curly stood beside him, arms crossed, his expression firm.

“All in favour of sending Jimmy out into the airlock, say ‘aye,’” Curly announced, raising his hand without hesitation. One by one, the rest of the crew raised their hands—Swansea, Daisuke, Anya, and you, all unified in the decision. Jimmy’s eyes widened, darting from face to face, desperate to find a hint of mercy. “What—WHAT?! Guys, come on. Let’s be reasonable—” he stammered, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Without a word, everyone closed in, grabbing him by the arms and shoulders, dragging him kicking and protesting towards the airlock. Panic flared in Jimmy’s voice as he scrambled to plead his case, but his words were lost in the cold, unforgiving hum of the airlock chamber. And as they secured him near the doors, the weight of his actions seemed to sink in—for the first time, he truly understood how alone he had made himself.