The Fountain of Wealth lay quietly in the dock. Inside its lavishly furnished prison, Outlets sat on a soft sofa, looking utterly resigned to life.
What the hell was this? I only went out for a meal, and I still got caught.
He looked around. Towering paintings and exquisite decorations gave the room an air of elegance and refinement. Amid the ornate woodwork, countless treasures sat on display shelves.
Soft lighting and specially blended incense filled the room with an atmosphere of opulent luxury.
If not for the two vicious-looking pirates sitting opposite him, Outlets might almost have imagined himself a noble of exalted standing.
"You two, we... don't have any grudges between us, do we? What do you want with me?"
Outlets remained fairly composed. At least they were treating him well. They probably wanted him to do something for them.
"To bring a wayward soul back into the embrace of justice, of course." Siwana's gentle smile bore no resemblance to the murderous aura she had unleashed while capturing him.
Goosebumps broke out all over Outlets.
"The embrace of justice? Do you even hear yourselves? Where is there any justice in this universe? Chaos? The Imperium? The Aeldari? Or the Greater Good?"
The expressions of the "interrogators" opposite him did not change as Outlets had expected.
Looks like they're the hopeless fanatic type.
With that thought, Outlets braced himself for something along the lines of the Genestealer Cult or an Inquisitor.
"In this war-torn galaxy, absolute justice certainly doesn't exist. But justice relative to one's own species still does." Siwana's voice seemed utterly out of place in those luxurious surroundings.
"We follow the cause of justice for humanity, no matter what enemies we must face, even if we must shed our last drop of blood. And now we invite