Snarling, you shove the too-forward Duke away from you with the strength of ten glarbjernni (which, being very small, are approximately 1\/10th as strong as the average human), and then immediately punch him in the face. He falls like a ton of space-bricks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Huh!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you say, speaking to yourself, as the Duke is presently unconscious. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That was a mighty punch! Perhaps I know some form of martial arts?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
You are still pondering the question of your possible deadly skills as you depart the infirmary, rubbing your knuckles absently on your space-pyjamas. In fact, you are so absorbed in your thoughts that you nearly run straight into the athletic woman in the silver bodysuit who is standing in the corridor! <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thank goodness!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she cries. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s you!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
And with no further ceremony, she grabs your arm and pulls you through a secret panel into an empty secret launchbay.<\/p>\n
You open your mouth, prepared to protest this treatment \u00e2\u20ac\u201c perhaps with your apparently mighty fists! \u00e2\u20ac\u201c when she speaks again.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I am Caroline Jun Yie,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she asserts, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153otherwise known as famed mercenary captain \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThe Silver Marauder.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 And you are Princess Xanastasia Zuera Francel of the Imperial House of Dorg.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sweet Proet!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d you exclaim, as your memory rushes back to you in a flood of remembrance, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s true! I am<\/i> Princess Xanastasia! But however did I come to be here?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The Silver Marauder rakes her hands through her spiky black hair and closes her dark eyes, shaking her head in a gesture that you suspect is one of regret. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I regret to inform you that you were attacked by my mutinous mercenary crew. The very mercenaries who will soon descend upon this station! But I have a plan for dealing with them \u00e2\u20ac\u201c will you help me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Well, will<\/i> you?<\/p>\n
1) You obviously can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t trust anyone who calls herself a marauder of any<\/i> metallic hue. Punch her in the face and escape!<\/a> <\/p>\n