Help Wanted: Moderator Units Needed

[Rodent]

Santos Bolevara was taking a brief moment off from work and browsing the neural net. A thousand years into the future, and the internet...sorry, Neural net still remained the best form of passtime for countless millions.

A strange broadcast caught his attention, apparently from the Lost Battlestar, a station he'd never heard of before. His curiosity piqued, he opened the link...and laughed.

"What kind of stupid crap is this...?" He said, chuckling to himself. "Player overlords...I don't have no god damn "overlord" muchos gracias."

All the same, he remained amused by this questionnaire that was undoubtedly filed by someone who had mixed Cardamine, Nox and some unmentionable drug and started on the weirdest psychedelic trip of his life.

"Let's humor this, shall we...The poor bastardi will regret this once he wakes up in the morning..."

1. How long have you been actively a part of the Sirian community, and have you taken any extended breaks from said community?

Well...uh, I was born a Corsair. Spent a couple of decades there, now part of The Order for a couple of years. Bet you didn't see that coming, did you?

2. What timezone is your Player Overlord located in (don't worry, your player overlord will understand this one even if you don't)

I don't have a goddamn player overlord...uh, plus five and a half sounds like a great answer though, doesn't it?

3. What factions have you been involved with during your time as part of the Sirian community. (LR are disqualified immediately)

Already told you...was a 'sair, now Order...Why do I get the feeling these questions aren't strictly for me?

4. What would your Player Overlord say his interest in having you become a Forum Moderator Unit stems from?

I don't have a godda- oh fine. I think this fictitious figure would tell you that you -want- me in that outfit of yours for my blitzing charm, good looks and the manliest beard this side of the Omicrons. I also have a few work related skills which are NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.

Still chuckling, he sent the transmission, and then looked at a bottle of Sidewinder Fang that was sitting next to the Terminal, now empty.

"Going to regret this later, aren't I..." He said as he fell asleep.