Fan based audio drama based off of events from the game Mouthwashing by Wronged Organ.
United States Senate
Committee on Commerce, Science, and Transportation
Subcommittee on Space and Aeronautics
Hearing on the Disappearance of Cargo Vessel Tulpar
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Mute, most likely speaking through a robotic text to speech. Only speaks in a few sequences.
I know how that is. I just toss and turn.
But maybe I'm just used to looking at the bigger picture.
I suppose for the same reason they put a lock on the cockpit.
Only speaks during flashbacks. Adult Woman, rather quiet.
Why do you think Pony Express put a lock on the medical room door but not in the sleeping quarters
If you look really, really close, you can see there's a dead pixel in the upper right corner.
Swansea really likes that cake. Don’t tell anyone.
Only speaks during flashbacks. Adult male, on the younger side, loud and energetic but still able to convey emotion.
If it's spare parts maybe me and Swansea can repair the ship and we can get out of here
There's gotta be an ocean of the stuff in here! This room looks freakin' endless!
Could you sneak an extra packet of sweetener in there?"
Only speaks during flashbacks. Adult male, with a gruff voice.
Pony Express was one of the last manned crew freighter companies
This was entrusted to me by our previous, tragically inclined leader.
Captain Jimmy pullin’ the plug on the party before the last call!
Only speaks during flashbacks. Adult male, rather sly sounding
The rest of our medicine stash is in there too.
But you can’t go breaking down at every little hardship.
You and Swansea know the internals of the ship better than anyone.
Original Character. Adult Woman, commanding voice.
Your company launched the Tulpar with five crew aboard. You’ve stated previously that this was a routine mission—low-risk, straightforward delivery. And yet, almost seven months later, we have no ship, no signal, and no explanation, so what exactly went wrong?
Original Character. Adult Man. Firm, no nonsense voice. Sharp but respectful.
You sent a civilian crew of five, including a teenage intern and an unlicensed nurse, on a long-range cargo mission with finite rations and no emergency reentry protocol. There was no automated distress trigger, no failsafe return path, and no way for that crew to call for help?
Original Character. (NOT THE SAME PHOENIX WRIGHT, NAME IS A REFERENCE.) Adult Man. Rapid-fire delivery with an energetic midrange voice.
One of the Tulpar’s crew, Mr. Daisuke Juarez, was only 18 years old at the time of launch. He had no formal engineering credentials and was recruited a mere six weeks prior. What qualified him for a Class-C orbital mission?
Original Character. Adult Man. Soft-spoken but principled. Academic tone, like a professor who left campus for politics.
Mr. Arlen, I want to clarify something. If your vessel began deviating from its assigned route more than a week before signal loss, why did it take 26 hours to notify federal authorities after contact was lost?
Original Character. Adult Man. Sounds like a man trying to sound reasonable even when saying something suspect. A little too clean.
We have telemetry anomalies, silence in communications, and a deeply concerning lack of answers. But before we condemn a company, its people, or the broader space logistics sector, we must remember that deep space is inherently unforgiving. Not every failure is a scandal, and not every tragedy is a crime.
Original Character. Adult Woman. Dry delivery, surgical word choice. Rarely raises her voice but always hits with precision.
Mr. Arlen, your company’s own internal memos, which are now public, refer to the Tulpar mission as “low-priority” and “operationally expendable.” Were the lives aboard that vessel expendable too?
Original Character - Adult Man. Deeply corporate. A deep voice with performative sorrow and rehearsed warmth. Speaks in measured tones, overly composed.
On behalf of Pony Express Freight Logistics, I want to begin by expressing our profound sorrow at the loss of the Tulpar and its crew. Captain Grant Curly, James Zane, Anya Musume, Harold Swansea, and Daisuke Juarez were not only valued employees, but human beings whose service, dedication, and sacrifice must be remembered with dignity.
Original Character. Adult Woman. Bureaucratic precision but not heartless. Think of someone who’s testified before and knows how to dodge.
Telemetry doesn’t lie. Something interrupted the flight path. Something outside the ship. And we will find it.
Original Character. Adult Man. Ex-military or former field investigator vibe.
I’ve investigated 19 off-world crashes. This one? This is the first where the silence feels deliberate
Original Character. Adult Woman. Sounds like she’s always parsing data as she speaks. Clinical, detached, but not cold.
From a systems standpoint, the Tulpar was clean. That’s what makes it worse. We truly have no leads on this case, and that is terrifying.
Original Character. Adult Woman, emotionally exhausted but composed. A voice with subtle weariness, like someone who’s done hard work behind the scenes for years.
They weren’t astronauts. They were freight workers. And we trained them like cargo as if they were expendable, and for that reason I have not forgiven myself.
Original Character. Adult Man, with a Latino accent. Speaks rather quietly and carefully, as if he is a bit scared by the situation.
We raised concerns about crew rotation and mission length. They were ignored. Those who spoke out were silenced and fired.
Original Character. Adult Woman.
Adult woman. Speaks professionally, but lets emotion slide in as well.
I remember when Anya told me she got the job. She was so proud and giddy, like a kid who’d just gotten their first bike. But I knew... I knew something was wrong with the way they fast-tracked her.
Original Character. Adult man.
Used to speaking professionally, upper middle class. Slight Latino accent. Daisuke's father.
We thought we were doing the right thing. Melinda and I told Daisuke to take the job. Said it’d teach him discipline, get his foot in the door. We didn’t know... we didn’t know they’d throw him on a ship like that, just a kid.
Original Character. Adult woman.
Tends to let emotion get the better of her. Slight Latina accent. Daisuke's mother.
He had a future here. College applications, welding certifications, friends. They ripped all of that away. And not one of those men in suits will look me in the eye and say why. I get polite emails. I get a settlement check like it’s hush money. I want the truth. I want someone to say my son mattered
Original Character. Older Woman.
Gentle Southern accent. Speaks slowly. Deeply emotional, yet empty of rage. Swansea's wife.
My Harold gave his whole life to that company. Missed birthdays. Missed Christmas. Always said, ‘It’s just one more run, sugar. One more, and then I’m done.’ But they always had another run. And now he’s... he’s out there somewhere I can’t reach. No grave. No goodbye. I still set his place at the table. Still leave the porch light on, like the Lord might bring him home somehow. I know that sounds foolish... but when you lose someone like that, you start prayin’ to anything that might still be listenin’
Original Character. Adult man.
Basically a carbon copy of Swansea.
My dad spent half his life making sure other people got the things they needed. He was a lifer at Pony Express. Loyal. Showed up on time, did the work. Now I hear they didn’t even pack enough food on that flight? No backups? No way to call for help? If that’s not negligence, I don’t know what is.
Original Character. Adult woman.
American Accent. Gets rather emotional.
Your company worked my father to the bone and paid him barely enough for him to put food on the table for over ten years—and he's somehow still ‘low priority’? You have no authority to speak on who's expendable if you couldn't even bother to install a modern-day flight recorder! You fucked them all over, especially my father!
Original Character. Adult Man.
American Accent.
I looked up to him. I wanted to be like him. But what do I become now? A ghost chaser? A guy who tells people 'my dad died in space' like it’s some cool trivia?
Original Character. Older woman.
No-nonsense grief with a biting tongue. She speaks like every word drips venom.
Don’t look at me like that. My son didn’t die because I failed him! He died because all of you did. The company, the regulators, the people who told him he had a future in space hauling
Original Character. Older man.
Voice is deep and raspy, with a slightly worn out quality, like someone who's barely slept. He speaks in a Southern drawl, barely raising his voice.
I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law.
Conceptual Artist willing to create sketches of various scenes, art for mock social media posts, and concept visuals for original characters. Flexible role. No professional experience required.
*Say something you think would fit*
