Star Agent, Grade Zero, B’ama sat at the hidden terminal in his office, ready to write his final report back to galactic headquarters. The interface hummed as his fingers entered the type-field and he smiled to himself –he’d really done it, the toughest mission of his soon-to-be-legendary career.
You magnificent bastard, he thought. I’ll bet they give you your own moon after this.
Only a few hours left before could leave this primitive backwater and return to civilization. Might as well get to it: