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High Law and Low Justice, Part 5

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

This, Saanath decides, is Ruzz'koff's territory. Saanath stands by to alter course as necessary. Meanwhile, he scans through the internal camera images and comm frequencies.
 

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Saanath / Tuan:
More passengers are now awake, dressed and out in the common area. Even though its very early in the morning they are clearly very eager to be recieving market data and newsfeeds again. The major exception is the Administrators party, who are still in their staterooms.

Saanath:
Another transmission comes in from Traffic Control, which you handle given that the captain is busy, it's a request to transmit cargo and passenger manifests and an advisory that System Defence Boat 80 (local Navy) will be giving you a customs inspection. In about as long as it takes for your transmission to reach Shirgegge, be read and for a reply to reach you, you get new traffic instructions: Your cargo has been given priority and you are cleared for immediate approach upon arrival in orbit. Customs inspection has been cancelled.


Tuan:
Not a lot going on, with various people on the bridge talking to each other. You do note however, back in the common room, that Malico Shahisgara perks up when some footage of the K'kree vessal and it's escorts comes up on the vid.
 

Gwydion just smiles at the passengers when asked a question (well, smiles, euhm, something which shows a lot of teeth and could be vaguely interpreted as a smile)
 

Saanath, male human Merchant.

Saanath checks the comm broadcast is off and glances over at Ruzz'koff.

"I need to know what information can go out, and fast. The cargo mainfest is no problem, but what about the passenger list. Does the navey want us to sit on that?

Saanath flicks the comm back on.

"Apologies Shirgegge Traffic Control. Please repeat last transmission."

That should buy them a few more minutes.
 

doghead said:
Saanath checks the comm broadcast is off and glances over at Ruzz'koff.

"I need to know what information can go out, and fast. The cargo mainfest is no problem, but what about the passenger list. Does the navey want us to sit on that?

Saanath flicks the comm back on.

"Apologies Shirgegge Traffic Control. Please repeat last transmission."

Ruzz'koff smirks despite himself. "Relax. They haven't actually asked us for the manifests yet -- they have just let us know that they will ask for them in the future. We have a few minutes. In the meantime, lets respond to the Coronel."

Once the channel is open: "Lieutenant-Commander Massena, this is captain Ruzz'koff of the Vykris. We have a situation that clearly demands immediate Imperial Navy attention and investigation, and I would prefer to bring Vykris to you rather than a civilian dock.

"Here's the situation. During jump a passenger was murdered by someone on this ship. That would be a matter for the civil authorities normally, but in the process of investigating the murder on our own we came upon data files of military interest -- including what looks like highly classified naval data. Some of the data is apparently missing, and is presumably in the possession of someone involved with the murder. We have not been able to find it.

"I would prefer to give you a more detailed report in person, and turn over the investigation of both the murder and the data. I will need your intercession with Shirgegge traffic control, and to register a flight plan that will bring us to you.

"Again, sir, I hope you understand that we do not bring this to you lightly, but given the apparent nature of this murder, it seems to be the most prudent next step."
 

Saanath, male human Merchant.

Saanath nods to Ruzz'koff in acknowledgment. The merchant is glad Ruzz'koff is handling the Imperial side of things, Saanath is not sure he could talk like that even if he were reading a script. Ruzz'koff sounds pure Navy.

Saanath gathers together the requested information, keeping the cargo manifests and passenger manifests separate for the moment. Once more he checks the cameras and comm's for anything unusual.
 

Lt-Commander Massena, "Okay," he sniffs, "Are we are on tight beam, Comms?"

"Aye sir"

"I don't want any flap in front of the locals, and especially not in front of our six hoofed guests. Vykris, you will comply with local traffic control until informed otherwise. A vessal and boarding party will be along shortly. You say the murdered is still aboard, do you anticipate resistence?"

Saanath, Ruzz'koff:

A small 20 ton launch detachs from the Coronel and powers out on an intercept course. A few minutes later one of the escorts leaves it's charge and powers out at 1G towards Shirgegge's moon, this won't quite put it on a parellel course to the gig but it's certainly keeping in touch and standing overwatch in case the gig gets into difficulties.

The ether between the Coronel and Shirgegge gets rather heated as the Navy claim dibs on the Vykris. Her cargo will have to wait, no matter how urgent the planetary authorities think it is. That doesn't mean that they have to like it however.


Tuan, Gwydion:
The administrator and his party have made an appearence, all give discreet smiles of support at the pair of you. As for the rest, well they'd like an ETA for when they can get off, it would be about eight hours to planetfall and the gig will intercept in 4. Neither of you have any idea what will happen then...
 

Tuan shrugs. "With the K'Kree and the Navy in system, there's no telling when we'll be cleared to land. Best just to sit tight and keep yourself occupied."

He pulls a fresh deck of cards out his jacket pocket and breaks the seal. "Anyone interested in a game? It's a new deck."
 

Saanath, male human Merchant.

--- The Bridge ---

Saanath grins as he listens to the exchange between the Navy and Traffic Control. They both sound pretty ticked off. Then Saanath remembers that they are going to have to deal with both parties down the track.

*sigh* "Why can't we just get an easy ride for a change."

Saanath watches the navy gig close the gap. The Vykris doesn't need any attention. Saanath lets it cruise through space on its current vector. He calls up the sensor data and calculate the ETA. 4 hours at current velocities and vectors. He passes that on to Ruzz'Koff. Then he begins checking to see who else is around in this volume of space. No real reason really, just something to do.

Once more he checks the internal cameras to see what the passengers are up to.
 

Tuan:

Jake Carling gives you an arch look and smiles, "Offering a sealed deck without being asked suggests a guilty conscience or an expectation of distrust. I'm in, I won off you before so I'll beat even more on a clean deck," he sits.

Malico Shahisgara stands and comes over, "Worried you might blow all your pay for this trip before you get the chance to spend it eh? I'll join you, might be my only chance of making a profit on this lousy trip"

Saanath:

Not much more becomes apparent. There's the aforementioned convoys of fuel tenders aking their way to and from the gas giants under System Defence Boat escort and there's about half a dozen starships of various types heading too or from jump, including two large bulk carriers of 20-25,000 tons that are probably packing grain or other bulk produce.

The Coronel looks like it is going to general quarters, or at least beginning a minor drill. A couple of fighters have launched on a course towards the moon, in the wake of the detached escort.

Also, there's a small asteroid near where you exited from jump, nothing especially remarkable about that, but you do note that there is a small craft attached to it. Looks like about 100tons or so, mass readings do not suggest that the asteroid is likely to be worth mining, and it's in a stable, fairly close orbit, so you'd have expected it to be mined out long ago if it was worth exploiting.
 

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