Most windows tend to shatter when someone gets tossed through them. This was such a regular occurrence in the bar called Mc'Vorskogs that the owner had fitted a semi permeable forcefield with overlaid holoprojection instead. It had been a bigger outlay, but the savings in glass had paid for it within 3 months.<br/><br/>The someone in question, a small saurian, bounced twice and came skidding to a halt at the feet of a pair of what passed for station security. It groaned once, tried to rise and collapsed back down. In the few seconds it took the holoprojection to re-stabilise, the security guards saw a large, red skinned individual, laughing uproariously as he proceeded to bowl over three other fighters with a table.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't we, er, do something Sarge?" asked the junior of the pair.<br/><br/>"Yup." replied the older, leaning back against the wall.<br/><br/>The younger one had started forwards then stopped again, gesturing towards the window. As if beckoned, another figure came crashing out through it, though being larger it didn't skid much more than half way across the street. The noise from inside continued unabated.<br/><br/>"Sarge?" enquired the younger of the two. "Captain ain't going to be happy when he hears about this. I mean, he's going to want to see arrests."<br/><br/>"Very true." replied the Sergeant. "We can start with these two." He gestured towards the unconscious figures on the ground. "Disturbing the peace. Littering. Vagrancy. Sleeping in the street like that. These two ..."<br/><br/>Another figured hurtled out the window, landing on the second.<br/><br/>"...three," continued the Sergeant without losing a beat, "Well, they're definite trouble makers, disturbing the patrons of that fine establishment there."<br/><br/>"How do we know who started it Sarge?" enquired the younger.<br/><br/>The Sergeant grunted and leaned down, scooping the saurian up by its crest. "In the spirit of helping us with our enquiries," he said to the unconscious figure, "I would like you to tell me if you and your friends there are innocent of starting that affray what is currently taking place?"<br/><br/>After a suitable period with no response forthcoming, he let them collapse back to the ground. "There you go. An innocent person would have said so. Since he refuses to answer, he doesn't want to incriminate himself, therefore he's guilty."<br/><br/>The younger one glanced at the three bodies, a deduction of logic working its way through his head.<br/><br/>"In addition ..." replied the Sergeant, "We get paid per criminal we bring in, and three criminals .."<br/><br/>Another body flew backwards into the street, crashing to the ground and rolling.<br/><br/>"Four criminals."<br/><br/>Crash<br/><br/>"Five criminals." He waited, just in case. "Five criminals mean more in your pay packet at the end of the week than one. Especially since that one is still standing and has gone to the bar for another round."<br/><br/>"Right you are Sergeant." replied the younger man.<br/><br/>"Good lad." replied the Sergeant. "Now, go and get the grav lifter before this lot start coming round."