Personal Log of Korsa, Captain of the Wanton Courtesan
Talnerassa: That is definitely a Zangid shuttle. The markings are scorched off the hull and the transponder is silent but ... it is a shuttle. there seem to be some modifications made to the fuel and life systems.
Korsa: My father controls this sector. I have had no word from him. I want to know where this shuttle is from. Now.
Talnerassa: Easy. Bizgit and Domo will be back shortly. Do you wish them to report now?
Korsa: No! Maintain cloak. Teleport them back on schedule. Then we will decide how to proceed.
Talnerassa: Aye Captain. Maintaining cloak.
Talnerassa: Ah recall as scheduled.
Kzvita: <<Kzzt! Captain, we got 'em. Fu ... hang on ... >>
Korsa: Report! What happened?
Kzvita: << ... I'm just having trouble working the teleporter with only two hands! We got all three of them ...>>
Kzvita: <<Sssssstt Captain?>>
Talnerassa: On his way to you. Who is the third party we have rescued or captured?
Domo: We found only him, salle-Captain. The electronics of the shuttle were fried. We have some partial logs we can try to restore.
Bizgit: Take this tripper pest, salle-Captain please. He is a bootlicker to those with bare feet.
Klendath: Master Xamilar! The great Gid smiles upon me this ...
Korsa: Where is the Vehemence? Where is my father,?!
Domo: Answer the latter question or you may become a former ... tripper.
Klendath: ... Congratulations! You now lead House Korsa. Praise Giiiuuuuuuurrrrk.
Korsa: Mention the Almighty Gid once more and HE will continue your interrogation! The best thing about your species is that I can choke you with one hand leaving the other hand free to slap you about.
Domo: Intelligent design if you ask me.
Korsa: Slave ... Relations ... Bureau ...
Korsa: You need a mouth to make a complaint. A mouth requires a head. Domo, Bizgit ... take this filth and have Kzvita make sure he has no devices or tools on him. Secure him in the brig until I am ready to speak to him further.
Klendath: Ahuh! Master Xamilar ...
Domo: Salle-Captain does not wish to speak to you. Go now or you get the neurowhip.
Klendath: You really need to read the SRB's pamphlet on ... woopwoopwoop! Going! I'm going!