VIP Boardroom

[Karl Jak]

"Excuse me," Karl Jak muttered as the glowing woman stood before him. "Under arrest for what? For holding an event in which people were more than aware that they would have to kill the other contestants? I mean, you willingly signed up for Dante's Abyss, Samus. I didn't force your hand."

"You dragged me to that island. You gassed me and forced me there."

"You attacked another competitor as a means to settle some sort of personal vendetta. You had to be neutralized before you hurt any other innocent bystanders. If anything, I should have turned you over to the Empire at that moment in time and let them sort you out. I protected you. Hell, I was going to clear your name once you were out of here. I did it for Mr. Dresden, but you can be damned sure I'm not doing anything like that for you."

"And in what sort of world am I a criminal? How many innocent soldiers did you kill blasting your way through Coruscant, and you have the balls to storm across my boardroom in my verse at the end of my contest and threaten to arrest me? And that's right after you accept a prize that I was giving you for performing well? You don't have the moral high ground here, Bounty Hunter. I'm not a criminal. I'm an entertainer. That's the only reason why I would have been brought to this place. You registered, so you went to the island to compete. Nothing was going to stop you from popping that collar and going back to whatever hermit shack you dragged yourself from. Why stay unless part of you found some sick amusement in all of it?

"You want to do the Omniverse a favor? Arrest yourself. This place doesn't need any more blood-stained 'heroes' trying to murder their way to redemption."