Alex watched Yaron flee, a smirk forming on his face.
He was unaware where Yaron was planning on going, so he wasn't too worried about Yaron getting very far.
The Kree captain's fear was evident, and it amused Alex to see such a 'mighty' pirate reduced to a panicked mess.
He knew Yaron was headed for the command deck, but he had no idea why.
There was no rush; if Yaron wanted to make a stand there, Alex would oblige him.
With a casual gait, Alex began to make his way toward the command deck, his steps echoing in an eerie manner through the silent corridors.
He wasn't in a hurry.
The ship was practically his now, and one frightened pirate wasn't going to change that.
Suddenly though, a loud clunk echoed through the ship, followed by an alert blaring from the ship's intercom in a language he didn't understand.
Alex's casual confidence immediately dwindled.
