LINER NOTES
Protocol 1
When the honorable warrior beamed aboard the surrenderer tanker, they executed
all of their voluntary prisoners, exept for one.I stood there, shaking, with
my ugly self made steel weapon.
Protocol 2
...well, how did I survive? I dunno, honest. I only know, what I did. I demanded
to die on my feet, not on my knees, I demanded a duell...
Protocol 3
Yeah, she turned me into her pet, and I learned to love it. Yet there were
other ones, from other worlds, at this place, where she put us. this place
she called her "Zoo".
Protocol 4
She made me sing, songs her ancestors sung, ancient hunting songs, and then,
of course, rock songs. you guessed it, of course they claimed, to have written
them themselves...must have picked them up on the radio, hundrets of lightyears
from home...
Buran Buran
Only much later I learned, that they even honor some terraneans, especially
ancient sovjet space pioneers. So here is their hymn for the old russian Buran
shuttle...
Protocol 5
Technically I still was a prisoner on moon Qep.Yet I lived far away now from
ISqu and her decadent aristocracy. I hung out with ´berto´and
the gang, so they took me to my place, they took me to the bar.
