My go at it:
I hate length restrictions but I wouldnt want to read 300 of these stupid things either CIG person.
-Kellog VI, QuarterDeck-
-Level 82, Max Security Interrogation Room 16C-
The pencilpusher looked like a soaked rat. Beady eyes, hooked nose, and a hair of head so thin it would be been a mercy to shave it bare.
“Mr. McKenna, under UEE Regulations and pertinent laws you have be found guilty in absentia of the crimes, including but not limited to piracy, armed assault, and illegal ship/weapon modifications. As a standard briefing we will be asking you about the ship and equipment. Your cooperation will be taken into effect for your sentencing later this month.”
Might as well talk, they already impounded the
Lucky Number 13.
“Mr. McKenna, you and 7 others were arrested in the possession of a stolen UEE Navy A2 Hercules dropship, registration number 1413-”
Gotta interrupt before he talks all day.
“I don’t care what the UEE Navy called it, but yeah, we got dropped by that Idris in our Herc.
Lucky Number 13 we called her. Not so lucky, I guess?”
“Why, Mr. McKenna? Advocacy has intel that your pirate clan has access to several other heavy vehicles and ships that would be equally suited to-”
“Let me stop you right there poindexter. Yeah, we could have hit that ammo dump with our Cats or few Cutlasses instead. But when you need to scare the living word out of anyone, nothing says ‘surrender or we’ll blow you to high hell’ like a few MOABs backed up by more guns than a wing of Hornets.”