In fact, the internal administration of Warworld was even more lax than Shane had expected.
Not only had he been transported straight into the Medical Bay, but his eighty-to-ninety-percent grasp of the alien language also let him overhear the other Yellow Star people passing by casually discussing confidential matters.
Of course, perhaps that was because Mongul's Warworld had plundered far too many treasures, while these cosmic bandits lacked any concept of sustainable development.
They were similar to Viltrum, yet their philosophies differed.
Once they got their hands on something good, they never bothered figuring out how it worked. They just roughly classified its function and grade, then tossed it into storage.
Whenever they needed it, they simply took it out and used it.
Their entire style and mindset closely resembled those of pirates in Earth's recent history.
Plunder, then squander.
Shane's fake injuries were severe enough that, after injecting him with something resembling a cardiac stimulant, the Yellow Star person treating him simply tossed him an extremely familiar silver metal sphere.
"If you can breathe, use it yourself."
With that, the medic turned away to attend to something else.
Probably because Joker and Shazam were still causing havoc, wounded people kept being carried in. The Yellow Star people transporting them clearly had short tempers. They would find an empty bed, dump their burden onto it, and hurry away.
Some even threw the unconscious patients down so hard that they rolled across the bed and fell onto the floor, coughing up blood without waking. Nobody rushed over to help.
Shane held the metal sphere against his chest and lowered his head to examine it.
Wasn't this the thing Tim had pulled out after Shane shattered Kara's nose with his knee while pretending to be a Viltrumite invading Earth?
Shane had been