Righteous Fire: Introduction

Jolson Pleasure Base…

One Year Later…

Robot: Attention please.

Burrows: Huh?

Robot: Base Command has instructed me to notify you of a recent theft.

Burrows: Theft? What are you talking about?

Robot: Unknown persons have tampered with a spaceship registered under your name. Analysis indicates that one cannon has been dismounted and taken. The ship is otherwise undamaged.

Burrows: Which gun? Do you know which gun?

Robot: Your most recent docking record indicates that the stolen cannon is of an unregistered type.

Burrows: They stole my Steltek gun? I don’t believe it.

Robot: A report is available at the Base Command offices.

Burrows: Listen, metal man, I don’t think you understand me. That gun represents blood, sweat, and money! It’s irreplaceable! And you bozos let somebody walk off with it? This is outrageous! I paid my docking fee for actual security, not some bunch of tin idiots! I ought to blow you to bits right here. In fact…

Robot: Desist.

Burrows: Then again, who am I to tell you how to do your job.

Robot: To file a security complaint, please begin by completing the appropriate forms. A Base Command representative will be able to help you. Have a pleasurable stay on Jolson.

Burrows: They stole my gun. My beautiful Steltek gun.