*Lzzzzzzt

*Lzzzzzzzzzzt

Your comms crackle as you open up your holopad to inspect this lad's bio. You think to yourself: 'this doesn't make any sense. I am looking for a bio, not a conversation.'

You glance at your holopad. 'There's... nothing here...'

*Lzzzzt

The crackling continues..... You start to make something out... a gust of wind... inside the ship... a voice...?

"Looooooooooserrrr."

You were a Jerry all along... Turns out no amount of genius can stop your dumb, mediocre, vacuous roots from digging into everything and everyone around you and draining them of any ability to fend you off.