High Law and Low Justice, Part 4

Trelelaweiro, aslan male merc.

"Armand was a passenger. A hunter apparently. He had several animals in Low Berth. His cabin seems to be the source of the contamination. As such, I suggest it remain out of bounds until it has been investigated fully."

Trel glances at Quinn. Quinn nods to Ruzz'koff, indicating his agreement. While this little merry-go-round of nods and winks is going on, Trel considers Saanath, wondering what it was that he ment by 'loose ends', and how Quinn fitted in. Trel would, he decided, find out from Quinn later.

"We also need to maintain an ongoing watch for contamination. If caught early, it presents little problem. I suggest a list of roster be drawn up of those not engaged on other duties."

Trels gaze falls on Hector.

"Hector. Perhaps you could organise that in coordination with Captain Ruzz'koff."
 
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Saanath, human male merchant (adventurer)

"We should also refill all the oxygen tanks. Vacc suit and evacuation drills would also be an idea for those not familier with such things."

Saanath shrugs apologetically.

"Its probably not necessary, but it pays to be prepared."
 

Hector nods at Trel's suggestion. "I can do that, if those of you who've dealth with the stuff already show me what I need to do." Addressing Ruzz'koff, he says, "I speak with you about it after the meeting, sir."
 

"All right then, people. I think this concludes most of what we needed to talk about. For the passengers : we're in this together. We have a bit of breathing space at the moment, but we need to watch carefully for signs of 'the dandruff from hell' to reappear. I know that you weren't prepared for any of this, but if we all work together we'll pull this off.
We had to jump while under fire and with unrefined fuel, and we took a direct hit in one of the fuel tanks, so we might not exit jumpspace exactly where we planned. This ship needs to be in perfect working order when we exit jump in a week. There's a lot that needs doing, and any help you can offer will be appreciated, even if it's just helping the doc or making sure everyone gets a meal in time." He pauses, thinking.
"A mere day ago, we were all about to get killed. Some have suffered heavy losses, some got injured, but we aren't dead yet, and it's my full intention to keep on breathing.
If anyone can think of a reason why you got stranded here and why we were attacked trying to rescue you, you can all talk to me, confidentially. And since I got to be captain of this ship, I'll invite each of you for dinner in the coming evenings, so you can have a word with me, and tell me if there is anything we can do for you."

"For now, we'll work on a roster to tour the ship, checking for the purple goo and the dandruff. The engines need looking after, the comp needs to be checked, we've got to have a few safety drills, and the jumpcoordinates need to be recalculated. I'll work out a schedule. Unless anyone has to add something, this meeting is closed."

He looks at everyone at the table, and nods if noone speaks.
 

After the meeting breaks up, people begin trying to find ways to be useful. Hector organizes the passengers into shifts for working on decontamination and monitoring.

Trelene finds that the maneuver drive had indeed been tampered with, but that the fix Ruzz'koff made, (finishing the job the Dvonn's captain had intended before falling off the engine and breaking his neck - installing the mainboard and CPU from the crew's autogalley into the power regulator) will hold until the power regulator can be properly repaired at a starport. The engine currently operate at 86% efficiency. The jump drive is operating a peak performance, ay least when the quality of the unrefined fuel is taken into account.

When she sits down with Rerg'Shael, the two astrogators go over the initial calculations that the she had made on the jump originally intended to end at Daramm, but which actually ended up at Tamandere. The vargr defends her work strongly, and in truth, Trlene cannot see anything wrong in the numbers. They should have put Dvonn 105 diameters out from Daramm, and on time. Almost a perfect jump would have been expected.
 

Dorothy Fingal will find Ruzz'koff at a suitible, and secluded point "Captain, I think you should know that there has been a long-term effort in the beuarcracy to drive Malikot out of business. This would be an extreme, but not isolated incident. What are your plans for when we reach Dukh?"
 

Saanath: [sblock]

On the second evening of the jump, Saanath begins to recover snippets of potentially useful data from Mr. Blair's computer. It's an extremely slow process, due to the encryption and the physical damage to the computer itself. The files relate to his hunts on various worlds across the domain. Not finding anything that jumps out at him, Saanath reads the account of Blair's hunt on Kansas, where he took the Afeakhtorow (as a refresher, that's a large, dangerous, jumping cat, often hunted by the Aslan on your planet) that's down in storage. It's a good description, and he makes the hunt sound exciting, but something seems off, and he looks back at the date at the top of the account. According to Blair's itinery, he was on Kansas about a year ago. In the city, around the starport, that would have been summer, it's true. But Afeakhtorow live in the northern hemisphere, where it would have been deepest winter. The cat Saanath saw down in the hold had it's summer coloration. Unless the dates he was on the planet are wrong, which seems unlikely given the rest of his itinery, Blair did not take this cat.

He keeps reading and runs into another snag. Blair says he met with local authorities at the Office of Game and Fisheries, to arrange for taking his quarry off world, pay his export tax, and stock up on some antivenom for an upcoming reptile hunt. He describes the ranger he met with as a young Solomani man with blonde hair, blue eyes by the name of Carl Martin. The thing is, on Kansas, Warden, like most other titles in planetary government, is (de facto, only) hereditary. For as long as Saanath or anyone else in his family has lived on Kansas, the Rangers have been members of John Warders' family (John was one of the Saanath school mates as a kid. On a planet with only one major town and only 7,000 sentients, he knows all the families at least in passing). The Warders aren't blonde and they certainly aren't Solomani. [/sblock]
 

Trelene Scrautigue : Luriani Navy 2/Prof 7/Trav 1: Retired Makhidkarum Vice President

After checking over the calculations and checking them several times over, Trelene turns to Rerg'Shael. "You are correct. You should have put the Dvonn 105 diamaters out from Daramm and on time. May I also take this moment to compliment you on your jump calculations. VERY well done. You are an excellent astrogator." She pauses to allow the complement time to settle, then she continues. "We will need to run a full diagnostic on the computer. But first I would be honored if you would help me refigure our current calculations. It would be good to know where exactly we are going. Once we are sure of our destination, then we can start work on the computer. Agreed?" She waits for her response and then starts working on their current destination.
 
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After checking over the calculations and checking them several times over, Trelene turns to Rerg'Shael. "You are correct. You should have put the Dvonn 105 dismaters out from Daramm and on time. May I also take this moment to compliment you on your jump calcilations. VERY well done. You are an excellent astrogator." She pauses to allow the complement time to settle, then she continues. "We will need to run a full diagnostic on the computer. But first I would be honored if you would help me refigure our current calculations. It would be good to know where exactly we are going. Once we are sure of our destination, then we can start work on the computer. Agreed?" She waits for his response and then starts working on their current destination.

OOC: uh-oh. Ruzz'koff is in trouble
 

ooc: Rerg'shael is female :)

"I told Kvereash," The astrogator says sadly after Trelene's praise. "He thought I'd screwed up again. Bastard." A harsh word that is belied by her mourning tone. "I won't be much help with the computer, but I'm glad to do what I can, especially with our current jump. Let's go."

Working together on the bridge, the two astrogators isolate the variable introduced by the hasty jump without too much trouble. Both are reasonably sure that Dvonn will arrive in the Dukh system. It should emerge from jump space approximately a week late and seveal hundred diameters out from the planet, adding a couple more days of conventional travel to the port.
 

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