$W 13th $W January $W 2368
$W 28 $W days $W after $W the $W Exodus 

$W Wardroom $W 02
$W ORD $W Ironclad

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Wingmaster Thomas Gibson, callsign Spark?

$G Spark: Yeah, that's me, reporting as ordered. And you are...?

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Investigator O'Reilly, ORFg Halifax. 

$G Spark: To what do I owe the pleasure? 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: This is not a pleasure, wingmaster. I am investigating a recent terrorist attack on the ORLr Nassau. 

$G Spark: On whose authority? Fleetmaster Tyrone's? Or is it Shipmaster Hartwick's private initiative? 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Fleetmaster Tyrone knows of and approves all of Shipmaster Hartwick's actions, wingmaster. They are the realization of the fleetmaster's command of the Roaming Fleet. But let's get to the matter at hand, wingmaster. You and your wingmen were assigned to retrieve the Nassau and played a crucial part in the operation. 

$G Spark: We did our job. 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: You did. And you did extraordinarily well. The mission report indicates that you very quickly recognized where the...special objective was being kept and were therefore able to disable the correct ship. How did you know which transport was the right one? 

$G Spark: We received a transmission from that transport. 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: What kind of transmission? 

$G Spark: ...

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Wingmaster, I asked you a question. 

$G Spark: The transmission was strange. I don't know who sent it. Someone revealed his location on that transport. 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Someone? Who? 

$G Spark: I told you, sir, I don't know.

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Was that the only 'strange transmission' you received from the transport? 

$G Spark: Yes, sir, it was. 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: That's odd, wingmaster. We detected no transmissions from that transport before it was recaptured. Either you are not telling me the truth...or something strange is going on here.

$G Spark: Perhaps the records were erased. Or maybe your comm systems were malfunctioning. I have no idea. The transmission was real. It was on a private channel, sent to my wing only. All the men in my wing heard it. I can order my crew chief to recheck my wing's flight recorders if you're concerned that he could have missed something. 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: That will not be necessary. My men have already retrieved the flight recorders from your fighters. They will be analyzed appropriately. 

$G Spark: What? You're not authorized to access that equipment!

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: I am now, wingmaster. Please stay calm. If you have nothing to hide, then there is nothing you should be worried about. Please return to your duties and let us tend to ours. 

$G Spark: Very well. Is that all, Investigator?

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: For now, yes. Thank you, wingmaster. I hardly need to remind you that all information on the terrorist attack on the Nassau is classified. You are not to discuss this incident with anyone, not even the pilots who took part in this mission. Is that understood? 

$G Spark: And this is all for the good of the fleet, right? Or perhaps someone really did step on Tyrone's toes? Should I expect my wingmen and I to become more involved in the fleetmasters' political games in the future? 

$B Investigator $B O'Reilly: Your sarcasm is out of place here and is verging on insubordination, wingmaster. You are expected to command your wing and obey orders, nothing more. You're dismissed until I have need of you again, Wingmaster Gibson.

$G Spark: I can't wait...
