Botan had gotten bored, the ship was still burning hot and he couldn't even think about lifting his fingers, not to mention the rest of his body, so he had slept for the last couple of hours.
His dreams sweet as they were, were cut short by a conversation request coming from the womb of Terror. The ship automatically put it on screen. The Interrogators face loomed over the still sleeping Botan.
'Wakey wakey kid'
'Hu' The ship cut thrust.
'Wakey wakey, you have a job to do kid.'
The interrogator enjoyed himself immensely, it had been a long time since he had the pleasure of having regular conversations with actual people, and some of his old human habits came back to him with a bang.
'What? oh its you? hmm what?'
'You have a job to do kid. First we gotta override the Pincer's ownership profile to you so you can get full control of her.'
'Yes yes we do that!'
'Alright here comes the code, just copy paste it and agree to all the legal bullshit. No need to read any of it.'
'Uhm Yes .. sure'
He did as he was told and the Pincer's Ai came out of slumber and greeted him with a full functionality check that flashed all the ships lights at him.
'Greetings Captain! Welcome aboard the Pincer'
'Shut up ship, we are having a conversation here!'
The Interrogator chuckled. The kid grew on him. He admired his fearless attitude and wondered how a person so devoid of thoughts of consequences could survive in the modern Universe.
'Ok kid, you know what to do, find the Nori, catch up to her, make them sign your pension.
sound good?'
'YES!'
'Good, for now you will continue in your general direction and monitor the local feeds for signs of the Nori, I will contact you once I have additional information. ...
So what do you think about the ship? I think it was fabricated on a plant of your home system, feeling nostalgic?
'Hu? No? what a turn of events. It's a nice ship tho. Very clean, fresh. Looks like steel guard guy Is just gonna keep sitting there. Hmm what to do .... what to do....'
The Interrogator hung up.
Botan got up from his crash couch, scratched his junk a little to put things back in the right orientation and started exploring his new acquisition. It was a fierce little ship. One bedroom, his, a small kitchen, his as well, a small living quarter with enough space to exercise a little, a cockpit with multiple big red buttons apparently designed for sylvanian crab claws, an engine room and a storage room, twice the size of every other room combined, for storage and weaponry.
'Ok cool' After his initial inspection of the ship his curiosity quickly faded and boredom took over.
Botan didn't have the faintest idea of how to navigate a starship through space but that was ok, apparently the ship came with a predetermined course and a capable auto pilot. Botan turned around and thought about speaking to the sylvanian guard drone that sat, hunched over, in a corner, but thought better of it and just tried to doze off. It worked for a while but he grew more and more bored. He picked himself up and checked out the workout equipment and got to it until his muscles couldn't bear any further straining.
He wandered about aimlessly in the small ship, came across the ships name plate. A big bronze plate giving the date of construction, ownership details and name of the Pincer. He took it off, spun it around, screwed it back on backwards, pulled out his multitool and engraved on it in big friendly letters; BOTAN.
Quite happy with himself he looked upon his creation and felt pride at his accomplishment. He returned to his schedule of sleeping and ignoring the presence of steel guard guy. Eat, sleep, shit, rinse and repeat.