Sinaaq Station, Delta-Five Quadrant
Dated // Year 3.5k66 // Month 4 // Day 12
Interviewer: Commander Captain Atherton Newell (henceforth to be referred to as AN for purpose of transcript)
Subject: Captain (honorific) Qaelan Forster (henceforth to be referred to as QF for purpose of transcript)
**Begin Transcript**
AN: Captain, please state your full name and occupation.
QF: Qaelan Merrick Forster, Captain of the Ebony Winter, registered Sylph Class spaceship.
AN: Are you aware of the reason for being here today, Mr Forster?
QF: It’s captain, not mister. What’s the point of owning a ship if people don’t call me captain? Of course, with those blue eyes, Commander, I’d let you call me whatever you wanted under the right circumstances.
AN: Captain Forster, do you know why you were detained?
QF: A simple case of wrong place, wrong time. I tried to tell the officer who arrested me, but she wasn’t having any of it. In a bit of a mood, she was.
AN: Lieutenant O’Shea didn’t appreciate your offer of oral sex in exchange for not arresting you.
QF: Yeah, my face got that memo loud and clear. Is the bruise very noticeable? Sometimes a well-placed bruised can land me a willing partner for the night, but if it comes out in any of those gross yellow colors, then it’s just me and my hand--
AN: Captain! Please concentrate on the relevant subject and state for the record if you’ve been informed of the reason your ship has been station-jacked and you have attended this interview.
QF: (sighs) Fine. Somehow, it might be possible that an anti-matter inversion compressor got mixed in with the engine parts I purchased earlier today. No idea how or why. Nasty shite, those AMICs. They’ll turn you inside out and backwards if you don’t know what you’re doing. Nothing I’d want on my ship.
AN: No? Is it not true that you and your ship, the Ebony Winter, have featured highly on the military’s most wanted list? For crimes such as marauding, unlawful boarding of private vessels with intent to terrorize and steal, unlawful boarding of public vessels with intent to terrorize and steal, negligible bodily harm, grievous bodily harm, possession of unlawful weapons, possession of weapons of mass destruction, and most pertinently, trading of goods outlawed under assimilated law 137b, subsection 18.2.
QF: Holy crap balls, that’s quite an impressive list. And you’ll note the charges have since been dropped. All a matter of mistaken identity in those indictments. I just have one of those faces.
AN: Captain Forster, you and I both know your reputation pegs you as a space pirate.
QF: Except I’m not. A space pirate, that is. What sort of respectable man can call himself a space pirate and keep any sort of dignity?
AN: And the rumors that you’re currently running for Corsair Rene Blackstone out of the Barbary Belt?
QF: Depends on how much stock you put in rumors, I suppose.
AN: Answer the question, Captain.
QF: Which question was that again? Unenlightening conversations tend to give me a case of underthinking and next thing you know, snore.
AN: That you knowingly took possession of an anti-matter inversion compressor with intent to trade dangerous prohibited technology on behalf of Rene Blackstone.
QF: But, Commander Blue-Eyes, that would be illegal!
(Door opens)
AN: What is the meaning of this interruption— Major Captain Sherron, what are you doing here?
QF: Ah, Rian. Your timing is impeccable as always, you sneaky bastard.
AN: Major Captain, put the gun down! You’re in violation of station--
QF: Is he dead or unconscious? There is a stun setting on your pulse pistol, you know. Do we have to have that conversation again about the complication dead bodies tend to create?
(unknown party): Shut up and get your ass over here, Qae, we’ve got business to finish.
QF: You know they station-jacked my ship, right?
(unknown party): You probably deserved it.
QF: Screw you very much, Rian. If you weren’t my cousin, I’d punch you in all the squishy places for that.
(unknown party): No, you wouldn’t.
QF: You’re right. No one is crazy enough to punch you. Let’s get out of here.
**End Transcript**
Dated // Year 3.5k66 // Month 4 // Day 12
Interviewer: Commander Captain Atherton Newell (henceforth to be referred to as AN for purpose of transcript)
Subject: Captain (honorific) Qaelan Forster (henceforth to be referred to as QF for purpose of transcript)
**Begin Transcript**
AN: Captain, please state your full name and occupation.
QF: Qaelan Merrick Forster, Captain of the Ebony Winter, registered Sylph Class spaceship.
AN: Are you aware of the reason for being here today, Mr Forster?
QF: It’s captain, not mister. What’s the point of owning a ship if people don’t call me captain? Of course, with those blue eyes, Commander, I’d let you call me whatever you wanted under the right circumstances.
AN: Captain Forster, do you know why you were detained?
QF: A simple case of wrong place, wrong time. I tried to tell the officer who arrested me, but she wasn’t having any of it. In a bit of a mood, she was.
AN: Lieutenant O’Shea didn’t appreciate your offer of oral sex in exchange for not arresting you.
QF: Yeah, my face got that memo loud and clear. Is the bruise very noticeable? Sometimes a well-placed bruised can land me a willing partner for the night, but if it comes out in any of those gross yellow colors, then it’s just me and my hand--
AN: Captain! Please concentrate on the relevant subject and state for the record if you’ve been informed of the reason your ship has been station-jacked and you have attended this interview.
QF: (sighs) Fine. Somehow, it might be possible that an anti-matter inversion compressor got mixed in with the engine parts I purchased earlier today. No idea how or why. Nasty shite, those AMICs. They’ll turn you inside out and backwards if you don’t know what you’re doing. Nothing I’d want on my ship.
AN: No? Is it not true that you and your ship, the Ebony Winter, have featured highly on the military’s most wanted list? For crimes such as marauding, unlawful boarding of private vessels with intent to terrorize and steal, unlawful boarding of public vessels with intent to terrorize and steal, negligible bodily harm, grievous bodily harm, possession of unlawful weapons, possession of weapons of mass destruction, and most pertinently, trading of goods outlawed under assimilated law 137b, subsection 18.2.
QF: Holy crap balls, that’s quite an impressive list. And you’ll note the charges have since been dropped. All a matter of mistaken identity in those indictments. I just have one of those faces.
AN: Captain Forster, you and I both know your reputation pegs you as a space pirate.
QF: Except I’m not. A space pirate, that is. What sort of respectable man can call himself a space pirate and keep any sort of dignity?
AN: And the rumors that you’re currently running for Corsair Rene Blackstone out of the Barbary Belt?
QF: Depends on how much stock you put in rumors, I suppose.
AN: Answer the question, Captain.
QF: Which question was that again? Unenlightening conversations tend to give me a case of underthinking and next thing you know, snore.
AN: That you knowingly took possession of an anti-matter inversion compressor with intent to trade dangerous prohibited technology on behalf of Rene Blackstone.
QF: But, Commander Blue-Eyes, that would be illegal!
(Door opens)
AN: What is the meaning of this interruption— Major Captain Sherron, what are you doing here?
QF: Ah, Rian. Your timing is impeccable as always, you sneaky bastard.
AN: Major Captain, put the gun down! You’re in violation of station--
QF: Is he dead or unconscious? There is a stun setting on your pulse pistol, you know. Do we have to have that conversation again about the complication dead bodies tend to create?
(unknown party): Shut up and get your ass over here, Qae, we’ve got business to finish.
QF: You know they station-jacked my ship, right?
(unknown party): You probably deserved it.
QF: Screw you very much, Rian. If you weren’t my cousin, I’d punch you in all the squishy places for that.
(unknown party): No, you wouldn’t.
QF: You’re right. No one is crazy enough to punch you. Let’s get out of here.
**End Transcript**
