From the book
'Of course you have a choice in the matter, so let me know if you decide not to join us of your own free will. Nobody can accuse me of press-ganging,’ she said sweetly.
‘Err... what happens should I decide I’m not going to join you of my own free will?’
‘In that case you will be shot in the face. Repeatedly. As I said: no witnesses. Just say the word.’ She pulled a gun and held it casually in her hand.
The reason why she didn’t immediately shoot the only witness to their presence was due to the causality of the Multiverse: everything that can happen, happens somewhere in the vast number of parallel universes. So in millions of Universes the Captain did indeed shoot B’ork in the face. In millions of Universes she only shot him in the heart. In a million others, she had him keelhauled, maimed, drawn, quartered, burned, incinerated, vaporized, de-moleculized, dematerialised, dematerialised along with the rest of the population, beheaded, blinded, disembowelled and ground to a bloody pulp. In millions of Universes, the Omega had landed on B’ork’s head to begin with. In one theoretical Universe, the Captain killed B’ork, conquered Halikarnassus and then set up a small vegetable shop. But in order for all those Universes to exist, there had to be one where the Captain didn’t kill him. Luckily for the reader, this happened to be exactly that one existing Universe.
B’ork swallowed. The inside of the bolt gun’s barrel seemed deeper than the outside suggested. B’ork thought he could see the tip of the projectile, for now safely locked in its position. He thought about the Captain's offer.
‘Oh. In that case, I guess I’m in.’
‘Good choice, native. Welcome to the crew,’ she added while she turned around and headed towards the Omega’s loading ramp.
The stalagmite nodded. For B’ork, who thought that life definitely seemed to become a whole lot more interesting, the world went dark as he was hit hard on the back of the head.