“Get off me,” the scav-vulture squawked at the two security officers who were dragging him by his wings down the hallway.
“Quiet,” one of the helmeted officers snarled back.
Arro had to admit that this ship was a lot better than the one he had just been pulled out of. The Panteera certainly knew how to keep a clean ship, which is why they made such attractive targets for scavs like him. If the ambush had gone off like Tunn had said it would they would sifting through the ship right now for the good stuff. As it was this turned out to be a patrol ship, a heavily armed patrol ship, that blasted Tunn’s ship to pieces first.
The officers dragged him down a new corridor. Arro was surprised that he didn’t see more panteera crew or security around, so far only one or two crew members and they didn’t even bother to look at him. The officer gripping his left wing let up and slapped his paw on a sensor pad next to the door. The door slid open fast and without a sound. Arro was impressed on his ship everything made a noise and most of the time was slow if it worked at all. He saw what was in the room and recoiled trying to back away. The officers gripped harder and dragged him into the room.
A modular chair that could be arranged for anyone sat under a single light. There was just enough illumination that Arro could make out lots of computers, consoles and trays of tools. Arro had heard about panteera interrogation methods, he went from impressed to scared.
“I tell you whatever you want to know,” Arro practically shouted and squawked, “Don’t do this to me!”
The officers strapped him into the chair without saying a word. His head was tilted back so that he was looking up directly into the light. Arro was beyond scared, he relieved himself, the sound of his urine splattering on the floor was the only noise he heard, until he heard the footsteps approaching.
The light was blocked out by a head. Arro could barely make out the eyes of the head. He only saw the drill when it was right above his head. Arro squawked as loud as he could.
“Commander,” Ensign T’sna said.
“Do you have the reports Ensign,” Harcon said without looking up from the datapad in front of him.
Commander Harcon looked up and was reaching out to take the new datapad from Ensign T’sna when he noticed the vulture recruit in the room standing just behind Ensign T’sna.
“Is that the new recruit,” Harcon asked.
“Yes sir. This is Provisional Recruit Arro,” Ensign T’sna said while stepping to the side and pushing Arro forward.
A single red light slowly blinked above Arro’s right eye. He was dressed in a dull gray coverall with his name just over a pocket on his right side. Without thinking, Arro snapped a salute and stood at attention.
“Reporting for duty, sir,” Arro squawked.
Commander Harcon snapped a salute back and looked at Ensign T’sna, “He looks fit for duty.”
“This report is all that we learned from him and the other Provisional Recruits.”
“Thank you Ensign. You are both dismissed,” Harcon said as he went back to his reports.
“One more thing,” Harcon said looking up, “Welcome aboard Recruit Arro.”