He had not done anything wrong.  Just appropriated a useless piece of junk.  Crichton had tracked
him down, threatened him, and forced him to surrender it.  Then he had insulted him.  

He stops outside Crichton’s quarters.  The human blocks him from entering.

“What do you want, Rygel?  Come to steal something else?”

“I would like to see how you would behave after being imprisoned by the Peacekeepers for more
than 100 cycles.”  He leaves before Crichton can form an answer.

It doesn’t help.  The accusations continue to sting.  

You selfish, thieving, cantankerous son of a bitch!

He was not cantankerous.

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