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[[Chapter Four]]

[[A Physaric ship orbits a planet, with an irregularly shaped moon visible in the background. We listen in as two unnamed characters carry on a conversation.]]
Voice 1: Master?
Voice 2: Hack, cough... what is it, Sparky?

[[The scene shifts to inside ship. "Sparky" the Physaric slithers from a "hallway" into the open "door" of a chamber.]]
Sparky: Master, the remnants of the planet's population have been taken aboard. However, at this point, we are running dangerously low on the number of "breeders" left.

[[We peer over Sparky's "shoulder" into the chamber. "Nega-Nick" sits on the floor, naked and cross-legged with his back to the door.]]
Sparky: We either need to pause the "recruitment" of new thralls, or we will need to "recruit" more of our brethren to maintain a sustainable ratio.
Nega-Nick: Koff, hack... whatever.