Cunt

"What did he do to my corridor?!" A shout resounded inside a simple cargo ship at some distance from Nott Station.

The human crew on the bridge couldn't help but peek past their shoulders to glance at the interactive desk. The middle-aged man who released that angry, shocked shout had his hands in his long, curly black hair, almost pulling its strands while looking at the holographic woman before him.

"The damage isn't severe, Captain Lochport," The woman claimed, "But it's damage. Also, I worry more about his threat."

"Mary, who did you send?" Captain Lochport asked.

"Amelia and Candace," Mary replied. "Just like you ordered, Captain."

"Then, why?!" Captain Lochport cried. "Did he switch teams in the last months?!"

"I wouldn't know, Captain," Mary commented while her hologram diverted its gaze. "Though, I can confirm he is everything the network said and more."