Data opens his eyes, he seems to be a bit astonished, then takes his felt cloak and searches for a cigar in it... Lights up a cigar, pauses for a few seconds, then glances to Jarael.

So…, paused for a few seconds, deeply breathes and continues. So, you got me here, eh? Looks like you know very little about me, but I know nothing about you, and I’d like to hear who you are.

Secondly, what’s about the future of mine, Data pauses, tries to find the words to continue talking, thinks for a few seconds and starts. I’m afraid I’ve not finished my job yet, so I guess I’ll continue doing my job again.

Thirdly, you seem to care about my ship, but it’s not a big problem for me to find something useful… I believe my friends still can provide me with the same, useful ship which will help me to continue doing my job.

Data listens to Jarael without any expressions in his face, sometimes glances to Jarael, then hangs his head and listens to the interlocutor until the end.

Well, well… Data pauses, seems he cannot decide how to start. I have to admit that you’re the first man under the IMG tag who told me the real reason of his job. Unlike others, you’re trying to do something good for the humanity. Unlike others, from what I’ve heard from you, you’re not doing your job for money. A serious look of Data’s face turns into the smile. He calls a worker in the bar and asks him to bring a wine or a champagne and two glasses.

Actually, I’ve to stay here for a few days too, until my friend brings me a replacement ship, so we’ll have enough time to talk…

After a few minutes, a man with white clothes brings a bottle of wine and two glasses, Data fills the glasses and drinks to the God:

He who created the firmament by the omnipotent might of his power,
Gave breath to all living creatures and to man spirits celestial,
Gave us the world to possess with all its unlimited varieties,
And Kings ordained by Him, each in His own image.

One God, who has created the form of every man's body,
Assist us, give us strength, to conquer the wiles of Satan;
Fill us with longing for love, endless, enduring to death!
Lighten the load of sins we must bear to the world to come!

Data drinks till the end, breathes out and lights up a cigar.

So, now let me tell you something about me.

First of all, I still cannot understand why I prefered pirating... But maybe because,that I prefer pirating than being a worker of an empire.You know that working for an empire sometimes,or maybe most time, demands you to do something bad,something that is not a business of a right man.Espionage,shadowing and such kind of missions aren't suitable for a he-man.That's for sure, but the sad fact is that, most people cannot understand that.They still consider that, the empire is exactly the thing that runs the wheel of the sirius.That's their ideology,that's how they think... And that's what I care about.

Secondly,traders who trade for money, don't know what will they do with that money.But I know. They ruin their health now, and when they become rich they will spend all money for their health. That's for sure,that's well know for me.

Now another matter... You know, if you're a human you should give a hand when you see someone in trouble, someone poor who cannot do anything for himself.But that man should do the same when he sees someone in trouble,shouldn't he? Yes,he should. But he doesn't. That's the problem.

Data stops, throws the cigar away and thinks.After a few seconds, he continues.

Now you know what's my anxiety. I'd like to hear your opinion about these too... you seem to be a good man too.