- Johannes de Spielman
He chuckled a little hearing Jean-Luc's answer. "I was Captain as well, although of a ship in the sea, not in the vast expanse of space." He took a bite of the chicken. "The taste reminded me of my childhood home. I suppose you are Chinese, sir?" he asked Jay. "There are a lot of Cantonese peranakan in the city of Batavia, and this dish reminded me of their cuisine."
Turning to the others, he continued. "I was born on the year of our Lord 1630, to a Dutch merchant and Javanese noble. I have served the Company and the Dutch Republic for most of my life. As a privateer for the Rotterdam Admiralty I participated in both wars of English aggression. My old galleon, which I commanded, survived the battle at Chatham Dockyard, but the battle left me dying."
It all sounds ridiculous to him, the concept of airships, reptillian aliens, and colonies on the moon Enceladus. But waking up from death in a flying ship outside of the Earth was already ridiculous enough to him that he'd learned to receive the words of others - especially those who hailed from ages ahead of his - without question. "I do not know of a Moon named Enceladus, but I know that Jupiter had four moons; and Saturn one. As well... it is pleasant to meet you."
Voxija wrote:"I am from the great city of Rome. I died in the reign of Emperor Vespasian—Maybe 70, 75 years after the leader of your weird death cult was born."
His tempers flared when he head the word "death cult". "Death cult? Mocking the Lord... mind your words, woman. The only death cult known to me is the worship of savage, uncivilized idols, like those of the Molukkers in the Indies. I heard Ancient Romans revered idols as well, even selling their youth to their temples to be made slaves of their idol priests."