WHO: Capt. Pupuhed
WHERE: The Suid Sidal

Pupuhed had sent the 9-band pulse beacon as regulations required of him. But he didn’t give a damn about a lowly merchant class ship. They could harboring a Romulon general on board for all he cared. As far as regulations were concerned he need not do another thing. Well, there was the small matter of blowing them to bits if they failed to give the proper response.

But that wasn’t for another 15 minutes or so. In the meantime he had bigger garing gelt to fry. That massive Fed cruiser out there would make a fine trophy on his mantle. Frankly, he is surprised that the cowards haven’t tried negotiating with him.

Comm officer: "Captain, I have an admiral Greystar on the line who wishes to communicate with you."

With a smirk Pupuhed reaches over and turns off the boombox playing Buck Ives. Luckily the pills he took have done their job and mellowed him out otherwise he wouldn’t even consider talking to the dead man soon to be on his screen.

Pupuhed: (under heavy medication he sounds almost bored) “On screen.”