"Murder is fun, I'll admit it, but thats not our place, or at least not when we are here. This is America, and in America we have a Justice system that chooses the mans punishment, I don't care how you do it in space." Veyas realizing that the left side of his face was bleeding, "Fuck" he whispered to himself. "And here's another question, what do they call you?" While the being answered Veyas feeling that there shouldn't be a fight anymore (or maybe just his hopeful thinking) grabbed a pre-rolled joint to light to calm himself a little and maybe forget a bit of the pain thats starting to flow through his face