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Official data record – serc teltex: Alliance ordered review: Trooper Trainee (non personalised). Review: (personalised) – Commander Ivan Dolland. Deceased. Review: transfer request, Trooper Trainee, (non personalised) record of meeting follows:
- when the Reavers hit, we just – we were so scared, escape ship couldn’t run, Reaver’s core breach saw to that, had us fried – they say their brains aint nuthin but the black... but they knew how to take out our base easy enough.
- “our base?”
- Yes, Sir – just astronomy, mostly. I guess you have the deatails... been there 11 months. A good team.
- Was it not the case that you were helping the Independents, at that time?
- Well, no. We were neutral more... I guess some favoured the Indies. Anyhow – didn’t do us no good – when we calleed for help...
- You asked them –
- Closest Unit of Action, ‘cept it turned out they was in retreat from some place, some battle – couldn’t spare the time – or the men left running. The rest were waiting to be picked up by you.
- But there WAS a force?
- Oh yeh – we watched it sail on by us – same time we were tryin’ not to watch the Reavers closing in – edge of the scanner... no/one could bare to look.
- And then?
- We called the Alliance. Got Cmdr Dolland straightaway.
- And he came...
- Yes Sir. Though his ship was already wounded – sure suicide send a wounded ship near Reavers. Still, he came. Blew the Reaver sky high. Man... the relief...
- But you were attacked again, in fact?
- That’s right. Second Reaver tacked in behind the first. Hidden in the wake. Snuck up on the Commander’s ship – even as we were boarding.
- What happened?
- That’s between me and the darkness, Sir. You can MAKE me tell... and I am an honest man – but you wouldn’t thank me. Things I’ve seen...
- And so – the Alliance ship was breached?
- Oh. Yes... over-run completely. Next thing I know – Commander Dolland knocks me clear into a pod, sends me off into space. Couldn’t see too well after that but... the light – well, pretty clear that your Commander self destructed. Took ‘em all out.
- So, his actions were not reckless – reprehensible? Negligent? Rash?
- They were – heroic. Sir.
- And after that?
- Drifted for a spell, til I got picked up by an Alliance convoy finally. Coming woth prisoners. Indies.
- There was a break out?
- Attempted. They TRIED to break out. But they was stopped.
- And you helped...
- Yes. They deserved their incarceration. Way I look at it, the Indies had figured on the Reaver attacking the Alliance. Hoped to escape when they came for the convoy too.
- You are aware of the complaints made – about the treatment of the Prisoners – the conduct of the guard force?
- Just Indie propaganda Sir.
- And you don’t allow your feelings...
- You mean Hate? I got Loyalty too, Sir. Not just hate. Loyalty to the man who saved me. I do the things he’s not here to do...
- Duty?
- Of course Sir.
- And you became an official Alliance trooper trainee because of that?
- Yes Sir.
- And you specifically requested prison duty?
- Yes, Sir. Go where I can do the job that’s right. Do the right job – do the job right.
- Very well. This review is ended. Trainee trooper transfer request to detail, Prison ship C.Alpha 181, accepted.
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