Enemies Domestic

[Stewgar]

"Liberty vessel on long range scanners... shoot, he was JUST in Colorado. Well, risk it for the biscuit, hah!" the smuggler said to himself.

He opens his eyes, remembering him saying that to himself just prior to being found and detained just outside of Zone 21. What a fool! What a da**ed fool.

The man, a skinny but capable looking man in his mid 40's sporting a softly greyed moustache, shakes his head as a man wearing a standard LSF uniform marches into the room. He watches as the law man's eyes dart left and right, combing through the information on his datapad as a final refresh before asking him, "Alright. Lets get this over with. State your full name, place of birth and date of birth.".

The smuggler looks the man in his eyes. Though caught, it is apparent that the man has not lost his honor to look a man in the eyes when speaking to him.

"Name's Derrick. Derrick Cope. Place of birth, not too sure. Liberty, that's for sure. I was basically tossed from crew to crew 'outta Rochester. Date of birth, beats me. 'Round year 723 perhaps, not sure. But before we proceed, I was promised protection if I talk. Oh I'll talk alright. But I want it, for-the-record, that I'll have protection afterward. Otherwise, you might as well kill me now," Derrick replies. He leans back in the chair, folding his arms. He's not smug or arrogant. He's certain. He knows what happens to people like him who snitch.

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It ain't about what you are capable of, it's about what you're willing to do.