He was a young lad of about seventeen, on holiday after a particularly grueling year at the Lunar Royal Academy, when tragedy struck. His uncle, the only relative he had left, was murdered seconds before he arrived.

Now as heir to the estate of Vergas Ruthus, Servos had access to the financial records of his uncle. At first he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary, but one day he remembered a passing remark from his uncle.

Quickly he found the document that could confirm his suspicions. After he presented his evidence to the detective in charge, Detective Messer Vendryl, they quickly called him in for questioning. Following is a transcript of the interrogation:

DET (Detective Vendryl): When you first met Ruthus senior what were the conditions of your employment?

SUS (prime suspect): What do you mean?

DET: Why were you hired over the other applicants?

SUS: I don’t understand, what does this have to do with Vergas’ murder?

DET: Quite a lot actually. I have here a record of a payment from him to you dated four Mainworld Days before your employment officially began. Do you care to read the amount for us?

SUS remains silent.

DET: Eighty-four thousand Daes! That’s a rather large amount to loan a total stranger don’t you think?

LWYR (attorney for the suspect): How is that relevant detective?

DET: On the memo line it says “loan for home purchase”. Yet in the land department records there’s no purchase within a whole moonth of that date in your name for any amount remotely close to that. There is a purchase for eight hundred Daes almost a year before, though. Now read this line.

SUS: “If I can get the job I’ll have access to the camera—“ what is this?

DET: This is a transcript of your communication with a well known interplanetary thief. Where you go into great detail about your plan to rob your prospective employer.

LWYR: Where did you get that?

DET: From the Worley Communication Solutions archives, here’s a copy of the warrant.

DET gives LWYR a document.

DET: This next transcript is from a moonth later. It says, among other things, how “the <redacted> won’t show me the feeds.” And “I’ll let you know if I find another way in.” But this next one is from him to you: “Don’t bother with that. Just transfer to me three hundred thousand Daes and I’ll let you off.”

DET leans in.

DET: I knew Vergas. If you had told him the truth he would have given you the money. But instead you wanted to steal money from a stranger.

SUS fidgets in his seat.

DET: I have here a record your financial accounts. And wouldn’t you know it matches perfectly with the amounts of several thefts all around the galaxy. So here’s the deal: you can confess to murdering Commodore Ruthus and we’ll put you in a secure prison where you’ll be safe. Or we can release you while we build a murder case against you; but inevitably someone will leak this information to the press who will publish it where those you stole from will read it. And you know some of them don’t care about trials and red tape. Either way I suggest you have your attorney notify your next of kin.

Well that’s all I’ve got. This was the only protagonist I’ve actually abandoned. However the inspiration he is from can be found here. I never got around to finishing it but I figured this would be a good way to wrap things up a bit.

Anyways come check out some of my other stories.