The Phantom Thief and The Confrontations (Part One)

One hour later, far from The Kyln in the vastness of space, Logan found himself captured and taken aboard Stare Fry's spaceship.

He was lying down, tightly bound. The damp, metallic smell of the ship filled his senses as he attempted to wiggle free.

"What are you gonna do, Stare Fry?" Logan asked, his voice tinged with defiance.

Stare Fry, a man with a patchy beard and a menacing grin, loomed over him. "What?" He responded, savoring the tension.

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you yet," he sneered, "I'm just gonna hurt you, really, really bad. So bad that you're gonna beg for forgiveness… but the only forgiveness you'll get is death."

Logan couldn't help but return the grin, though his face was pressed hard into the cold, unforgiving floor of the spaceship. "You think so?" he taunted.

"I can take it," Logan continued, his defiance unwavering. He'd faced worse odds and come out alive. This might just be another chapter in his long list of daring escapes.

Just as Stare Fry was about to carry out his threat, a sudden jolt rocked the spaceship. Klaxons blared, and warning lights filled the dimly lit cabin.

"What in the galaxy?" Stare Fry muttered, trying to maintain his balance as the ship shuddered.

Before anyone could react, the ship was engulfed in darkness. All systems shut down. Emergency lights cast an eerie, red glow throughout the ship.

The EMP gun had done its job. It had cut off the power to Stare Fry's vessel, leaving it drifting helplessly in the cold void of space.

As the crew tried to assess the situation, an open channel transmission flickered to life on the control panel. The face that appeared was all too familiar to Logan.

"Stare Fry, under United Galactic Federation law, N-Z-K dash twenty-three, I am putting you and your crew under arrest," Tabura declared.

Her voice held the unmistakable note of authority.

Logan couldn't resist a smirk. "Nice to see you again… Ms. Tabura," he quipped, despite his predicament.

"Logan Larson, under United Galactic Federation law S-B-R dash thirty-two, I am also putting you under arrest," Tabura stated with a determined expression.

"Oh great," Logan sighed, feeling a sudden chill. Arrest was one thing, but he didn't want to be locked up without a way to escape.

Suddenly, a small metallic transmitter fell from Logan's pocket.

It displayed a blinking indicator light, and based on its design and materials, it was immediately recognized as something used by the Space Patrol.

Tabura continued, her voice unwavering, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."

A beam of light pierced the darkness of space, latching onto Stare Fry's spaceship.

It was the Space Patrol's Starfleet, slowly pulling the captured vessel towards its immense maw.

With a mix of frustration and determination, Logan's mind raced.

If he was going to escape this predicament, he needed to act fast.

"Okay, it's time for me to stop playing around," Logan declared to himself.

If he was to salvage this situation, he had to rely on his wits and resourcefulness.

Using his acrobatic skills, Logan quietly and methodically freed himself from his restraints.

The nanosuit he wore aided him in his efforts as he used the minimal tools he had to cut the bindings.

With his restraints removed, he was still one man against an entire crew, but he was not one to back down.

With the element of surprise on his side, Logan launched into a flurry of action.

His agility was his greatest asset.

His fists and legs moved in a carefully coordinated dance, incapacitating Stare Fry and his crew before they could react.

As he subdued the crew, Logan made sure to retrieve the metallic transmitter from the floor and placed it securely in Stare Fry's bewildered grip.

Then he noticed a special room containing various belongings of Stare Fry and his crew.

However, among the numerous items in the room, a water tube and a prosthetic eyeball caught Logan's attention. They were labeled as Kiyoshi Optics.

Kiyoshi Optics was part of the mega-corporation "Kiyoshi," known for specializing in prosthetics. Kiyoshi Optics was its high-end line.

"Nice," Logan muttered, intrigued by the find and take the item.

The situation outside was deteriorating rapidly.

Two spacecraft from the Space Patrol were approaching to escort the beaming process, leaving Logan with limited time.

Activating his exoskeleton suit, Logan dashed through the narrow corridors of the ship.

His modified nanosuit, unlike the standard one, featured air thrusters instead of jet thrusters. This modification would allow him to navigate the microgravity of space more secretly.

As he reached the hangar, he pressed a large red button to open the massive hangar door.

The door creaked open, revealing the infinite expanse of space.

Without hesitation, he jumped out, launching himself toward the waiting ship, his trusty vessel.

His ship, cloaked in transparency to the naked eye, sat silently in the void. It was a marvel of technology, a fusion of sleek design and advanced stealth features.

Logan spotted the blinking red light in the distance. This was his ship, silently beckoning him. Activating the air thrusters on his nanosuit, he accelerated towards it.

As he landed on the ship's exterior, the thrusters were still active, pushing him forward.

Logan quickly activated his gravity boots and gloves, allowing him to cling to his ship's surface in the microgravity of space.

The ship's camouflage, a state-of-the-art feature, was no longer necessary. The sleek lines of the vessel were now revealed to the watching crew on the nearby Starfleet ship.

Back inside the Space Patrol Starfleet, the sudden appearance of another unknown vessel sent shockwaves through the crew.

A soldier promptly reported, "Ma’am, another ship just appeared out of nowhere."

Tabura didn't hesitate. She sent an open channel transmission to the mysterious vessel, her voice firm and commanding. "Unknown vessel, stop right there."

The transmission was swiftly relayed to Logan's terminal on his ship. The voice of Tabura echoed through the cabin.

“Hello, Ma’am,” Logan greeted, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"Stop right there, Logan Larson. We will open fire if you’re not surrendering," Tabura warned.

Tabura's Starfleet ship fired an EMP gun in the direction of Logan's ship. However, Logan's ship was equipped with a powerful deflector energy shield, rendering the EMP attack ineffective.

Inside his ship's command center, Logan received the transmission on his terminal and promptly transferred it to the large screen in front of him.

The space around him was filled with the tension of an impending standoff.

"I believe it is the duty of a gentleman to do the chasing, not the other way around. So I’ll give you a little present," Logan stated with a mischievous smile.

Logan's hand pushed a lever, initiating a sequence that caught the attention of both the Space Patrol and Stare Fry's crew.

"First barrel," a feminine voice from his ship's computer, named Lucy, announced.

Logan opened a cover and pressed a button, a devilish glint in his eye.

"Second barrel," Lucy continued, her virtual tone hinting at an impending spectacle.

Next, he turned a knob, the anticipation in the room almost palpable.

"Third barrel," Lucy declared as if setting the stage for a grand performance.

With his ship's hard starboard maneuver, Logan attempted to position his large spacecraft parallel to the Starfleet ship. The scene was set.

"And fire!" Logan ordered, his eyes locked on the target.

The first shot hit Tabura's ship, causing visible damage to its left wing and back thruster.

The Starfleet crew, including Tabura, struggled to regain control as their ship veered off course.

Furious and determined, Tabura directed a retaliatory shot toward Logan's ship, but it was deflected by the deflector energy shield.

“See you around never,” Logan taunted, his voice dripping with confidence.

With a flick of his hand, Logan closed the transmission, ending the tense standoff.

"Prepare for immediate departure. Set course for Karabian," Logan ordered, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of excitement.

Lucy, responded promptly. "Course laid in. Moorings retracted. Thrusters fired. External inertial dampener, disengaged. We are ready to take off, Captain."

Logan couldn't help but smile as he heard the respectful yet teasing tone of his AI. "Don't call me 'boss' when I'm on the bridge. Call me... captain."

"Aye aye, Captain. The ship's ready to jump," Lucy acknowledged, her virtual voice carrying a playful note.

Logan leaned back in his captain's chair, gripping the armrests, and took a deep breath.

His fingers danced across the control panel as he initiated the ship's warp drive.

The hum of the ship's powerful engines grew louder, and the crew members on board felt the unmistakable vibration beneath their feet.

"Punch it," Logan commanded, a gleam in his eye.

As he spoke those words, the ship surged forward.

The warp drive propelled them into the starry abyss, creating a mesmerizing display of blue starry dust in their wake.

The ship hurtled through the star trail, leaving a brilliant streak of light behind.

Meanwhile, back on Tabura's Starfleet, the crew was unable to initiate warp travel through the star trail because of the damage Logan caused.

"Send out the new ship and transmit a message to Earth," Tabura ordered, her voice unwavering.