"As expected."
Scar Dog speaks contentedly: "Given how things are progressing, I'd say my dream of becoming an interstellar pirate has indeed become a reality. Quite impressive."
"Interstellar Pirate?"
Kerr Cowell frowns displeasingly: "We are Carl Jacob Company, understand? Formalized, procedural, orderly; don't use terms like interstellar pirate to describe us."
"But we're doing pretty much the same things."
"What did you say!"
"Besides, don't let your guard down."
He swipes a few times on his tablet, pulls up an image and hands it to Scar Dog: "This is an orbital gun on a satellite fortress of a planet in the federation, used to fend off the Starry Sky Giants. The cannon itself is almost a meter long."
"If fired off like this, a whole planet will essentially go silent, and this isn't even a war fortress."
