VC Chapter 11- The Warden

Sector 1600

Planet 1604

January 20, 2052

“Look who is behind bars now.” Wicker teased at the captured Chase behind bars in the detention facility.

“You little prick!” Chase stood up and kicked at the steel bars.

“Pirates like you eventually get captured. It's the way of the life.” Wicker took a step back to keep his distance.

“Who's in charge here? I demand an audience.” Chase shouted as he looked at his other mates locked up in their cells.

“Warden Moxness.” Matthew hollered from his cell as he stuck his hand out to point at a muscular Caucasian man sitting in his office.

“Matthew! It's so good to see that you are alive.” Chase nearly burst into tears of joy.

“Yes, they are treating me well.” Matthew shouted back.

“You are lucky NB has its ethics and values set out by Charlie...I would have starved you.” Wicker snickered.

“You bastard. Unlock this cell now and we can fight man to man!” Chase clenched his fists.

“Enough!” a shout was heard down the hall.

“Commodore Moxness, sir.” Wicker stood to attention and saluted the man.

“Excuse us Wicker.” Moxness asked politely as he pulled out his electric wand from his utility belt.

“Sir.” Wicker acknowledged and walked out of the detention cells.

“I heard you demanded me?” Moxness tapped his wand at Chase's bars and zapped it.

“Yes. I have valuable intelligence I would like to share in exchange for my crew's release.” Chase took a step back from the electrified bars.

“Or I could force the info out of you right now?” Moxness laughed heartily.

“There's a new ship out there in the space that can annihilate anything in its path. Even if you get the info and kill me right now, nothing would not prevent an uprising that will take out all those who oppose the VEGA Corporation.” Chase sat down on his bed.

“What makes you think that we don't already know of these ships?” Moxness questioned with a cold stare.

“You do?” Chase raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“We have sources.” Moxness tapped the bars as tiny sparks flew.

“Well have your sources told you about their death rays?” Chase countered.

“Death rays?” Moxness looked slightly amused by the pirate's tales.

“Weapons that fire a stream of hard light eating anything in its path.” Chase used hand gestures to magnify the intensity of the new weapon his crew had encountered.

 “Ok...I'm listening.” Moxness placed his electric wand back onto his belt and pulled a chair in front of Chase's cell.