This was a rather interesting evening. I'm sure all of you are aware of the rumors that there's a new bunch of corporate lackeys, flying under the Interspace Commerce banner. I am here to confirm those rumors.
Approximately half an hour ago, I was looking for any potential extortion targets on Liberty-Bretonia borders, and before I knew it, an Interspace transport ran right into my trap. Unfortunately, the target did not possess any kind of cargo, which was odd, but I saw an interrogation opportunity and I took it. Even though a person I spoke to was quite arrogant and impatient, he knew better than to disobey me. After I demanded him to move away from the lanes, which he did, the interrogation started. Also, before I forget, a Bretonia Police gunboat somehow managed to stumble upon us. However, considering that the corporate lapdog's ship does not possess offensive nor defensive capabilities, he was wise not to cry for help. Surprisingly, after barely exchanging a few words with us, the gunboat was off the radar and I was able to continue the interrogation.
Audio Log Wrote:LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Now, what do we have here. A corporate lapdog.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Wonderful *frowns*
TTC|Richmond: Alan: And who are you? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Who I am shouldn't concern you.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Oh really... LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Tell you what - follow the instructions you are about to be given and no harm will be done.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Right... LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Are you going to cooperate? Or do I need to use my persuasion skills?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Now, whoever you are, you're wasting my time
TTC|Richmond: Alan: What exactly do you want?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: *coughs* LH~Stefan.Pomerov: First of all, I'm going to need you to start your cruise engines and move to sector 3D.
LH~Stefan.Pomerov: I will be right behind you so don't try anything funny.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Alright...
TTC|Richmond: Alan: I am fairly confused at the moment...
TTC|Richmond: Alan: *sighs* LH~Stefan.Pomerov: You are about to be interrogated. There is too much traffic around here.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Interrogated? What? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Alright, that's enough.
LH~Stefan.Pomerov: I couldn't help but notice the prefix in your IFF transponder. What does it stand for?
TTC|Richmond: Commerce... LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Going for the dumb card, I see. Are you sure you wanna go there?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Go where? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: You're walking a dangerous path. What does TTC stand for?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Alright then.... it stands for Thunderbolt Trading Company, there happy? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Not quite. We're just getting started, but keep the answers coming and you'll be fine.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Again, you're wasting my time... LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Who stands behind your organization? Who's pulling the strings?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: That would be me. Alan Johnson, a CEO of Thunderbolt Trading Company. LH~Stefan.Pomerov: So, this trading company of yours... I've never seen you around, is it new?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: New? Yes...
BPA)Wyatt.Earp: Greetings Gentlemen
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Officer, so nice to see you. LH~Stefan.Pomerov: I see the backup has arrived.
BPA)Wyatt.Earp: you dont do criminal things here, or? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Nothing to see here officer, we're just having a little chit-chat.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: *coughs*
BPA)Wyatt.Earp: ok. Nice evening
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Are we finished or what? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Not quite yet. Impatience is a bad habit.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: As well as ones that slows others.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Such as you.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Now I really think I should get going. LH~Stefan.Pomerov: The faster you answer the questions, instead of trying to throw me off, the sooner you'll be on your way.
LH~Stefan.Pomerov: What are your company's main areas of operations?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: A lord...
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Yes yes....
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Newark Station, Waterloo and Roppongi station...
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Which means Liberty, Bretonia and Kusari
TTC|Richmond: Alan: I guess you figured that... LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Alright, good enough. And exactly what kind of cargo do you usually carry?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Gold... drinks... fuel LH~Stefan.Pomerov: What about your security division, presuming that it exists? I don't see any escort flying by your side.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: *coughs audibly* yes we do have security division, but.... no available pilots at the moment.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Finished? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: You should know better than to fly around Liberty without escort.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Sure thing
TTC|Richmond: Alan: blah-blah LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Watch it.
LH~Stefan.Pomerov: That arrogant attitude of yours won't get you very far.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Now can we finish with this already? LH~Stefan.Pomerov: What are your company's primary and secondary goals?
TTC|Richmond: Alan: To become wealthiest company in Sirius... and to make it's employees rich. LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Should've known better than to ask that. *Sighs*
LH~Stefan.Pomerov: Alright, well, a deal is a deal. Feel free to remove yourself from my presence, I've got enough information.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Finally LH~Stefan.Pomerov: I'm sure you're smart enough not to run around telling everyone about our conversation.
LH~Stefan.Pomerov: We have eyes and ears everywhere, you'd be wise to remember that.
TTC|Richmond: Alan: Sure you do... LH~Stefan.Pomerov: You are being watched.
To conclude the interrogation - Thunderbolt Trading Company is a new branch of Interspace Commerce led by a hoodlum named Alan Johnson. Allegedly, there is a security division among their ranks, but the escort pilots seem to be lacking in numbers. Main areas of operation are Liberty, Bretonia and Kusari. They transport gold, booze and fuel, but I'm certain that's not all of it.