"You young people really haven't had anything good," said Captain Fohan, the bald man, running a hand over his shiny scalp and exhaling a puff of foul-smelling smoke. His face, however, was full of nostalgia and wistfulness. "Now those were the good old days! Heroes from all walks of life gathered here to make a great enterprise of it. We roamed the sea of stars, invincible wherever we went. We caroused in the mountains and forests, living it up. We robbed the rich to help the poor and upheld justice on Heaven's behalf..."
"Weren't you the ones who said cargo was ranked by value as live cargo, gold cargo, light cargo, then jettison cargo?" asked the young first mate, who also served as the second-in-command, folding his arms.
"That's right. Live cargo is the most valuable! That's why we have to invite those big shots aboard. We need you to understand that we heroes who roam the sea of stars never bully the weak."
"Things just get caught in the crossfire sometimes, right?" said the even younger boatswain, who was also the third-in-command, giving him a sidelong glance.
"Things get caught in the crossfire all the time, but when you're out gallivanting across the galaxy, that's the will of the great universe." Captain Fohan pressed his palms together toward the void and sighed with feeling. Then he continued, "Anyway, back when I worked under Big Boss Wansha, we even robbed a treasure ship belonging to the Imperial royal family's trading company."
"Oh, you mean that guy who was number one in psychic power, martial arts, and technique in the Spiral Nebula?" the first mate exclaimed.
The captain looked terribly pleased with himself.
"The one who was vaporized by a dreadnought sent by the Alliance and the Empire?"
"Being vaporized by