Th-THUMP!
"What a distasteful meal! I can't believe I had to pay for such foul-tasting food."
A portly man in a shiny, silver dress shirt stomped into his extravagant mansion of a suite. He scoffed and swooped his thinning hair aside as he entered the vast lounge past the entryway.
Behind him were two men, one in military garb and the other in a cheap, mal-tailored suit. Neither of them said a word.
Pulling off his dome faceshield, the baron took in a hearty breath. "Finally! Hahhhh… To think that I must order a private room simply to eat and breathe in peace? I told them to book the entire deck, but they refused. And now, I'm left with the torturous task of wearing this. All to breathe safely among the filthy commers… How far must I fall!?"
The freelance bodyguard was clenching his fist in disgust. But the military man stepped in front of the man with a subtle shake of his head.
