A man walked in, a worn and torn grey coat on, withan engineers jumpsuit underneath
The Commisar looked at him with an almost bored expression
'Commisar...' he said, with a gravelly voice, that appeared to be from the large scar on his neck.
'I..I need to talk with you..'
'Yes, comrade?' the commisar said.
'Those pigs...they killed everyone..the SCRA is my last hope.'
'Tell us about yourself, then.'
'OK, my name is Kari Izhao. I was born on Sevastopol Depot,mother dying in my birth, and myDad the head Shipwright in the Ship Repair wing. He was extremely dedicated to is work, almost overly so, and always wanted me to work with him in the repair yards. I really wanted to, as well. That and my hobby of finding wrecks of old SCRA Wrecks and repairing them. Most I simply gave back to the SCRA, but a Partisan I found abandoned in Omega 47. I loved that ship, treated it like it was my dog. I cleaned it, tuned it, restored its old coloring, updated the operating software for the CPU, everything I could with what my dad taught me. I flew it to salvage parts and even stunt flying on occasion.'
'Everything was fine, My dad retiring soon after I finished academy. I took his place as Head Shipwright, still doing stunt flying in my spare time. I even fell in love with another Shipwright, a good-hearted young woman named Suka Jei-Lan who loved to watch me when I was doing stunt flying. She never missed a show. Showing up at shows turned into meeting me afterwards, and we fell into a relationship.'
'One day, that all ended. While me, Suka, and several who worked withus were on break, a man came into the room and locked the door, followed by several other men in similar attire. He was not firmiliar, so I asked him who he was and his business in the private staff room. He remained silent, and drew a stun gun. The others followed suite, and came at us. They stunned us, rendering us unconcious, and giving me this scar'
'The next thing I remember is waking up in a large holding cell, with the rest of the crew. The man who had attacked us walked in. 'You now work for for the Liberty Navy' he said 'you will manufacture our ships with the same asthetic principles, but replacing the inner workings of them with Coalition technology, or be faced with death.' We were dumfounded.
'So we hatched a plan. We would not give them our technology. Instead, we secretely manufactured parts while everyone else was asleep. These parts had traces of a compound of uranium that we called U3H9. This compound was capable of going undetected for years, yet could slowly corrode and deteriorate anything it touched. We put them into the ships, which became crippled within months. But, they were soon suspicious.'
'After 2 years, they knew that we were the cause. They tookus in for questioning, one by one. And one by one, we disappeared. Even Suka, who was my only source of happiness in the gloom we had fallen into, was killed. Finally, they brought me in. 'Why are the ships YOU manufacture breaking down?' I smiled. The others had not told the, their last defiance. 'Kill me like the rest, and you will never find out. Let me live, and you will never find out.' He laughed, and went for his pistol.'
I punched him and took his gun, shooting the two guards at the door before they could shoot, and then him. An alert was sounded, and I was pursued through the corridors. I eventually came upon the staff hangar. A starflier had been left open with its engines on standby, to my relief, allowing me to escape. That is when I fled back here, and I will not let the crimes of Liberty-no the barbarism that the whole of Sirius has fallen in to-go unpunished.'
He ended
'Well' the commisar said, as he finished taking his notes
'That was an interesting story'
'Thank you, comrade' the man said
We will look into you, Mr. Izhao. Now go on your way.
'Yes, commisar' He said, and walked out with a sigh of relief