High Law and Low Justice, Part 5

[Wilphe]

Ktarle frowns slightly at the sight of a human greeting her, but nods cordially and answers in Aslan. "I'm looking for news from home and anything notable involving Aslans that happened in the past four months." She pauses for a moment. "I find I do not know how these things work. Do you have a database for me to search or do you get the information for me?"

She smiles, "I can show you how to access the local databases and Aslan media certainly, but it's not very busy today and I don't get enough practice speaking Aslan to a native speaker."
"The big news is from the border between the Hierate and the Solomani sphere - several of the border clans are considering making a few land grabs while the Imperials and Solomani are occupied with each other. Moving on Imperial worlds would be a breach of several treaties so only the bravest seem likely to attempt that. However ambassadors from the Loakhtaral are offering an Imperial alliance in exchange to title to any worlds they can capture - no official answer has come back yet. The Raohkeil are belived to be preparing to strike anyway."

"In Gateway there is nothing much to speak off happening - not specific to Aslan anyway. The main occassion is a marriage between the Khorle and Abtofi, who are two of the largest culturally aslan clans around here. The Khrole have some large, but scattered landholds and the Abtofi are mainly space traders. Their alliance would have a certain logic about it."

<Blah, blah, blah. Nothing about Treth, unless she wants to raise the subject herself>

 

[Wilphe]

Saanath leans back in his chair and sighs. For a moment there, when he had first seen the positive hit come up, he thought that he had got something. But it really give him anything.
Saanath leans forwards and sets up some new seaches; Bleue Mer and Imperial Charter. He cross references them with other known terms. While the computer works, Saanath pulls up his Imperial Law files and looks up Imperial charter.

The basic details are easy to find:

Bleue Mer/Spearhead/Ley

UWP E9AA261-7 Ni Wa

Starport: Class E (A clear field)
Size : 14,400 km (Terra is 12,750) Surface Gravity: 1.28
Atmosphere: Exotic - Unbreathable by normal humans
Hydrographics: 100% (Water, with some small islands)
Population: 2* (100-999)
Government: 6 - Captive Government (Corporate colony)
Law Level: 1 (Very loose)
Tech Level: 7 (1970-1990)

Non Industrial, Water World

Bleue Mer is entirely owned by Pharmacorp, who recently set up a small reserach station there. It is interdicted as an Red Zone "because of hostile fauna and environment", there is no record of this being enforced by Navy or Scout craft on station. The Imperium has only deployed warning beacons and bouys.


Imperial Charter:
It doesn't often happen that a planet has no inhabitants or owners at all. Generally if a planet is worth living on at all, at least someone will be. However, there are a few empty planets that no one has title to. These are, in effect, "owned" by the Imperium. Anyone wishing to colonise one may apply for an Imperial charter, this will give them title to the world. Charters are usually conditional - e.g.: You have to actually go, colonise & develop the world. If these conditions are not met they may be revoked.
A charter may be issued to a world that already has inhabitants and often no real governement, in such a case the charter may be limited to specific areas of the world or the existing inhabitants rights are specifically guarded under the charter.

ooc: Where are we staying at the moment? On board the ship. In a hotel? A safehouse?
ooc: K/Interstella Law +8.

OOC: Still in the safehouse, but that is winding down now as you are no longer needed. You have a week to get out.

Bleue Mer's UWP was originally E9AA661-7, I have the changed the population. So far as you know the rest of the UWP is accurate. The Red Zone is Maedwyrn's addition.

 

[Wilphe]

Ruzz'koff will return to the safehouse with Trelene unless anyone raises any objections?

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Saanath, Tuan, Gwydion:

The back room of "The Big One" is a long, dusty room that you imagine normally gets used for Weddings and Wakes. When it gets used at all -which by the looks of it isn't often. At the moment there are several stacks of chairs in the corner, a few folding tables against the wall, a small bar (closed) and a couple of a forlorn shrunken balloons in the corner. It's quiet, but it is not by any means luxurious.

Ktarle:
The Big One is already described, but Saanath and Gwydion are nowhere to be seen. Your entrance attracts rather more attention than you might imagine. It's not quite a "piano stops and then changes to a minor key" moment, but it's certainly notable. The conversation level drops, then picks up. You don't need Sense Motive to get the feeling they are talking about you...

 

[Watus]

Tuan sidles into the room, swirling the large tumbler of full of the noxious Vilani whiskey he ordered on the way in.

He nods his approval. "Cool."

He downs half the glass in one gulp, plunks it down onto the dusty boards of the deserted bar and wanders into the back of the room, idly kicking a half-deflated balloon on the way. He peeks behind the folding tables and blows on the cobweb strands hanging from the light fixture.

"You said something about a job," he comments over his shoulder, not sounding half as distracted as he looks.

 

[doghead]

Saanath, male human merchant

Saanath follows Gwydion and Tuan through to the backroom, still shaking his head at the memory of Tuan's little double take over the waitress. Old spacers. They all like to make out like they have bedded every woman in the sector.

Saanath pulls a bar stool out from under the bar and takes a seat. He will leave Gwydion to handle this.

 

[Guest 11456]

Trelene Scrautigue : Luriani Nav2/Prf7/Trv1/Aca2 : Retired Makhidkarum Vice President

Trelene begins checking on possible cargos for the trip. She wants to see what is available and would most likely turn the best profit the quickest. She will also try and figure what is the best possible cargos at different locations along their proposed route.

 

[DrZombie]

Gwydion quickly remarks to the waitress that an Aslan female will be looking for them, could she show her through?

"So, Tuan, what have you been up to lately?"

 

[Watus]

Tuan shrugs. "You know, this and that. Mostly been to coreward getting fat." He pats his non-existent belly and grins.

"Thought I'd head back out to the frontier and see if I couldn't stir up some trouble." He frowns and turns his eyes orbit-ward.

"Not quite there and it seems I found a bit more than I was hoping for." He pauses for a moment, utterly deflated.

...

A second later he rediscovers his drink on the bar and his grin reappears. "So, anyway. You got a ship or what?"

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarle, female Aslan sleuth!

<Blah, blah, blah. Nothing about Treth, unless she wants to raise the subject herself>

Ktarle nods and smiles at the woman. Damn chatty humans, she thinks, a bit unfairly. When she winds down a bit, she says, "I'm also interested in a particular person. Trethofseaukhou Ardua Ais Nerwhua. He is the mate of Aofahrkosiyu."

 

[Wilphe]

Tuan, Gywdion, Saanath:

Well I guess you three are chatting with each other and doing some catching up...


Trelene:

Dukh is a high-population, high tech world with an more or less Earth like environment. As such it can be expected to export mostly high-tech, high-value consumer goods - often luxury items, and to have a few luxury foodstuffs for export (wines, spirits, chocolates, the like). You shouldn't have any difficulty finding a cargo to head in the general direction you want, a specific planet is a different matter.

Checking the local freight spot market you see prices are fairly high, as anyone with permission to leave can get a good price for their empty hold space. Vessals are being processed on a "First In, First out" basis with a normal turnaround of only a few days lenghting into weeks, and even a month or more. A such there is a long backlog of cargo stacking up, some of it is urgent, all of it says it's urgent and only some of it has shippers willing to pay the mark ups to MAKE it urgent.

Ktarle:
"I'm sorry, I don't know anything specific about those two people. Are they friends of yours? Clan mates perhaps? Any idea what planet their landhold is on?"

[sblock]Sense Motive: (Why is everyone getting 19s?). See appears perfectly sincere. [/sblock]