Yaron

'With this haul, we should be able to make quite a hefty profit when we return back to base.'

Captain Yaron stood gazing out of the wide viewpoint of the freighter's bridge, the endless black expanse of space stretching out before him.

His reflection, a visage of calm authority, stared back at him from the glass.

The stars, so far yet so glaringly bright, provided him a little came and serene peace in this quiet of the moment.

"Captain, Zorak and the others have yet to come back. Don't you think we should head back there to check if something hasn't gone wrong?"

A stoic-looking Kree pirate approached him, his frown deepening with every step.

He stopped a few paces back behind the captain, clearly agitated.

Captain Yaron didn't immediately respond. His eyes remained fixed on the void outside, his expression neutral and distant. The silence stretched on for several moments, amplifying the tension in the room.