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High Law and Low Justice, Part 5
- Thread starter Maerdwyn
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Gwydion stands up, waving at the alien and giving a smile and a conspiratory, nudge-nudge-winkle-winkle-know-what-I-mean-say-no-more-say-no-more finger to the side of the nose to the couple. He then casually wanders around the area, not hurrying, and using every trick in the book to see if someone is still following him, giving a pleasant smile and a cheerfull wink if he sees any 'familiar' face. When the time for the meeting comes close he'll wander over to the arranged meeting place.
Wilphe
Adventurer
The Girug'kagh goes through what you think is it's equivalent of blushing and looks like it's ready to die of a mixture of shame, embarassment and rage. The alien then bursts into tears and runs out of the room, this causes a certain degree of comment from the patrons, but nothing more than that.
The female half of the human pairing gives a thin, rather smug, dry smile back at you. Apparently the Girug'kagh's discomfiture is not unwelcome to her. The subsequent duel of tail and counter-tail is one that goes largely unnoticed by the surronding multitudes but passes the time until the scheduled meet, by which time Gwydion is happy that no one else is following him.
Another, male Girug'kagh waits outside the Proctors part of the tent, he could be described as burly, except that all Girug look burly. You recognise him from when you were scouting them out, but haven't spoken to him. He however recognises you, "Come in Mr Johnson, Proctor Tshugrawra is ready for you," and waits outside. The human couple wait and watch from a bit further away.
Tshugrawra regards Gwydion with the same beady, calculating stare he did when they first met, "Well, Mr Johnson, you certainly do seem to have some very interesting data. Might I ask how you acquried it?"
The female half of the human pairing gives a thin, rather smug, dry smile back at you. Apparently the Girug'kagh's discomfiture is not unwelcome to her. The subsequent duel of tail and counter-tail is one that goes largely unnoticed by the surronding multitudes but passes the time until the scheduled meet, by which time Gwydion is happy that no one else is following him.
Another, male Girug'kagh waits outside the Proctors part of the tent, he could be described as burly, except that all Girug look burly. You recognise him from when you were scouting them out, but haven't spoken to him. He however recognises you, "Come in Mr Johnson, Proctor Tshugrawra is ready for you," and waits outside. The human couple wait and watch from a bit further away.
Tshugrawra regards Gwydion with the same beady, calculating stare he did when they first met, "Well, Mr Johnson, you certainly do seem to have some very interesting data. Might I ask how you acquried it?"
"Let us say that the source was quite reliable but regrettably passed away very recently, to the discomfort of ImpSec. They did some pretty harsh searching and interrogation, but I've been through worse."
He smiles. "We do not have much time. We could waste a few minutes threatening each other, but let's just say you'll regret it if you double-cross me, and I will no doubt regret double-crossing you. You've got the money?"
He smiles. "We do not have much time. We could waste a few minutes threatening each other, but let's just say you'll regret it if you double-cross me, and I will no doubt regret double-crossing you. You've got the money?"
Wilphe
Adventurer
"You are crisp, direct and to the point. All of which I like, I could almost find myself respecting you. Hell, if you were not a traitorous gn'aak of grossly inferior status and I completely forgot my position in life I might even end up liking you."
"I took the liberty of assuming that you would not want payment by cheque or direct credit, but would prefer cash," he claps his hands and a third, female, Girug'kagh with vivid yellow skin enters carrying a satchel she places on the table. She then departs without saying a word.
"It's there, feel free to check it. I'm not afraid of you stealing it. While you do, would you mind giving me some more information on the provenance of this data?"
"I took the liberty of assuming that you would not want payment by cheque or direct credit, but would prefer cash," he claps his hands and a third, female, Girug'kagh with vivid yellow skin enters carrying a satchel she places on the table. She then departs without saying a word.
"It's there, feel free to check it. I'm not afraid of you stealing it. While you do, would you mind giving me some more information on the provenance of this data?"
Gwydion looks at the money, checking it. "Yeah, only problem is me getting the money somewhere without getting mugged, by the people from security or that incompetent you had following me."
"Just make it over to my account. It ain't illegal to deal with K'Kree. Just say I dropped off someones family jewels or something."
he smiles. "I'll just wait untill I get confirmation of the transfer."
"Just make it over to my account. It ain't illegal to deal with K'Kree. Just say I dropped off someones family jewels or something."
he smiles. "I'll just wait untill I get confirmation of the transfer."
Gwydion looks at the money, checking it. "Yeah, only problem is me getting the money somewhere without getting mugged, by the people from security or that incompetent you had following me."
"Just make it over to this account. It ain't illegal to deal with K'Kree. Just say I dropped off someones family jewels or something."
he smiles. "I'll just wait untill I get confirmation of the transfer."
(I assume he has some sort of local account, or how does money-transfer on-site work?)
"Just make it over to this account. It ain't illegal to deal with K'Kree. Just say I dropped off someones family jewels or something."
he smiles. "I'll just wait untill I get confirmation of the transfer."
(I assume he has some sort of local account, or how does money-transfer on-site work?)
Wilphe
Adventurer
"I think Family Jewels would be an appropriate, if vulgar, description for the goods in question. I'll need your account number and details please. While we set the transfer up, perhaps you would be so good as to show me that the complete data exists?"
OOC:
I doubt if it is same in Belgium, but in my part of the world Family Jewels is a synonym for male genetalia. Mind you if it has reached K'kree space then it has probably reached Belgium.
It is possible to do a direct credit transfer, if you have setup an account on planet to recieve it. The difficulties of interplanetary banking are one reason why so many traders use "old fashioned" methods like banking drafts and cash. However, I'll assume that Gwydion has made arrangements already.
OOC:
I doubt if it is same in Belgium, but in my part of the world Family Jewels is a synonym for male genetalia. Mind you if it has reached K'kree space then it has probably reached Belgium.
It is possible to do a direct credit transfer, if you have setup an account on planet to recieve it. The difficulties of interplanetary banking are one reason why so many traders use "old fashioned" methods like banking drafts and cash. However, I'll assume that Gwydion has made arrangements already.
"Fair enough. "
Gwydion uploads the data on his portacomp, takes out the chip again and turns the portacomp towards the alien, allowing him to superficially check the data, making sure it isn't corrupted halfway. After a few minutes he smiles friendly and takes his portacomp back.
OOC : yeah, it's a more or less polite term for someones testicles, but it's one of those terms that you can use with an innocent smile on your face, blaming any insult on translations and cultural differences.
Gwydion uploads the data on his portacomp, takes out the chip again and turns the portacomp towards the alien, allowing him to superficially check the data, making sure it isn't corrupted halfway. After a few minutes he smiles friendly and takes his portacomp back.
OOC : yeah, it's a more or less polite term for someones testicles, but it's one of those terms that you can use with an innocent smile on your face, blaming any insult on translations and cultural differences.
