“Carrie Hatchett,” the commander’s deep bass voice boomed. “You have been tried by the Court of the New Social Order and found guilty of treason and false imprisonment. Your sentence is—”
“Wait, what? What’s the New Social Order? I’ve never heard of it. The Unity and Transgalactic Council don’t recognise this body.” Clearly, the placktoid commander wasn’t going to hang around before administering her punishment. What happened to the long speeches given by the baddies that allowed the hero time to escape? Hadn’t it watched Earth TV? She had to stall it, to delay the discharge of her sentence, for obvious reasons, but also to give the squashpump time to do its work.
“The New Social Order is the legitimate galactic government, soon to become historical fact. Your collusion with the oootoon
