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High Law and Low Justice, Part 5


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Saanath, male human Merchant.

Saanath looks up from the screen showing the passengers and turns to Ruzz'koff*.

"It looks like the passengers are waiting for comm-channels to be established. Do you want to give them access. Personally, I think we should hold off until we have contacted the Navy and see what they want to do."

- ooc -
* I'm assuming Saanath would be in the bridge when they exit jump space, in case he needs to do any flying.

Aside from the ships comm equipment, is there any other way of establish comm with the system from the ship. If its a possibility, Saanath will set up the ships systems to scan for signals.
 

"I'm with you. No access until we've turned this over to the appropriate authorities. I suppose I'll have to go let them know."

Taking a short break from his research, Russ'koff heads to the common area and addresses the gathered passengers. "I appreciate that you are in the habit of being able to access comm channels when ships enter a new system, but this is far from a normal circumstance. I'm sure you will understand that we are not able to allow comm access until we have contacted the proper authorities."

"This ordeal is nearly over, and I'm only asking for a little more understanding and forebearance on your part. It will not be much longer. Please return to your cabins."

(throw in a diplomacy check)

(Once they've returned to their quarters, Russ'koff will return to the bridge and his research.)


-rg
 

Gwydion stands at the lounge, smiling at the passangers in his own special way and urging them to stay in their cabins untill they have docked, not specifying where or when that will happen. He is a bit edgy, knowing that if someone is gonna try something, now is the time.
 

Saanath, male human Merchant

Given that everything seems to be in order ship wise, and that Trelene can handle the comm's better than Saanath, Saanath heads back to the common room to fix the passengers some coffee if they should want it, and generally keep an eye on them.
 

Tuan:
No one comes to mind immediatly, not who'd be much use in orbit anyway. However, you did hear from a friend of a friend that a former associate of yours, an Ellie Keong, had set up a bar in what passes for Shirgegge's startown. Opinion is divided as to weather this a genuine retirement or simply a desire to spend her golden years somewhere less "exciting" (ie: Violent) and still keep a few side deals going.

ooc:
[Sblock]Exactly what their connection was partly is up to you, but I'm assuming that any former associate of Tuan is going to be at least a little bit roguish. She was certainly never the violent type though, and Shirgegge is certainly a good place to get away from that.[/sblock]

Ruzz'koff:

The Coronel's four escorts are Skanda class 400 ton Patrol Cruisers akin the one the group looked at before settling on their current vessal: Ishgir, Tablam, Shurger & Willis. From following the Naval list, subsequent Gazettes and general Navy gossip the 2nd Officer of the Tablam is one Erwin de'Vir. A classmate of Ruzz'koff from their academy. The two were not exactly close, but they weren't enemies either.

Saanath:
OOC: Unless someone else has brought a communication's system aboard then there is no way for them to broadcast off the ship without using the ships systems. In that case you'd know about it.
A quick scan of radio frequencies reveals nothing, unless someone is using a Meson communicator (which is very unlikely).

Everybody:
Maxine Zdrac rolls her eyes at Ruzz'koff (and at this rate she'll probably get thrown out of the airlock prior to re-entry, "Fine," she says, in the tone of voice that implies the exact opposite. Ms Black gives Ruzz'koff an understanding smile, and asks if it is okay to watch the incoming news and entertainments feeds. There isn't any real reason to decline that request except sheer bloody mindedness, so I'll assume that's permitted.

An incoming message reaches you, "Vyrkris this is Shirgegge traffic control. Please state your business in system."
 


- The Bridge -

Saanath continues to keep an eye on the comm systems if Trelene is not available.

"Shirgegge traffic control, this is Vyrkris. Aknowledging transmission."

Last thing they needed now was to wind up the system authorities, or set off red flags. Saanath give Ruzz'koff a 'what now' look.
 

Ruzz'koff shakes off his reverie (he had been daydreaming about days when he'd had a bridge officer that handled initial contact and opening channels, bringing him coffee, brushing the lint off his uniform . . . . why had he retired again?)

"Shirgegge traffic control, this is the Free Trader Vyrkris. We are inbound with passengers, some of whom are scheduled to disembark here. "


***This is all assuming that I'm using the right terminology. I want to basically tell them what we're doing without mentioning the murder right away.

Once the conversation with traffic control is finished, Ruzz'koff tries to open a channel with the Coronel's duty officer to try to speak with the captain.

OOC: sorry for the disappearing act -- work has been insane. And I'm on my way out of town for a long weekend, and I expect to be unable to get online. Please ghost me as necessary. --rg
 

ooc: I would have let Trelene handle comms as an NPC, but I wanted to know what method you'd be adopting.

IC:

"Roger Vykris, you are cleared to take up a holding orbit, details to follow. A customs vessal will be standing by for boarding and inspection. Please transmit all manifests and passenger details upon request."

Raising the Coronel proves fairly easy, actually getting to speak to someone is slightly more difficult, but eventually you can get through to the officer on deck, though this is not a secure channel, so anyone could be listening into your conversation.

"Vykris, this is Lieutenant-Commander Massena of the Coronel. How may the Imperial Navy be of assistance"


Everyone:
Local news feeds are coming in, nothing of spectacular interest. A few talking heads are waxing on about the harvest and how they are waiting on crucial parts to reach the planet. The crucial parts you are carrying...
 

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