Listening to the howling wind outside the container, the man whose face was covered in strange metal looked around, muttering to himself,
"This is an emergency transport? This journey is really unpleasant."
He pulled out a custom-made round Sky Communication device from his chest and pressed the button on it. Shortly after, a rustling sound emerged.
"Hmm, arrived?" a hoarse, icy voice came through.
"You shark are really dark; if it weren't for me forcibly entering hibernation mode, I couldn't have endured this unpleasant journey. I asked you to arrange the flight, not to be sent over like trash."
He glanced at the pile of boxes secured next to him, his own space miserably small.
"How else to evade the planet's defensive scans? I hope you're not as reckless as that damn fatty this time; if you fail again, don't bother coming back," came the venomous voice from the Sky Communication.
