Cannister answers, "I believe that the local authorities were unwilling to cause trouble with our crew. Much of our, well, the others' activities took place outside of town. As this is the frontier authority only reaches as far as you are willing to enforce it. However... now that you have apprehended us the sheriff, Zchavvirt, may be much more interested in making our acquaintance. But a bounty? I sincerely hope not. A bounty sounds dreadful."
When you have decided to contact the sheriff you hit a few buttons and then it takes a few moments before the signal is picked up on the other end. Finally an image pops up - an older, mildly bloated looking shirren with a mottled red carapace. On the screen you can see a number of grooves in his shell, the shirren equivalent of battle scars. He looks a tad surprised to be taking your call. "Sheriff Zchavvirt, Kreba Farms," he introduces himself in the characteristic clicking tongue of his species. "Visitors, eh? What business might you have with the law?"
Sorry about the delay. I was kind of hoping you would talk amongst yourselves a bit more. I hope the wait has not slowed down the game too much.
"Hello, Sheriff Zchavvirt. I am Zyzzy, co-owner of the ship parked a couple hundred kilometers from town. We have found squatters on the ship and believe they may be responsible for some crimes in the local area." She proceeds to name and describe each of the crew and gives their wound status unless the sheriff interrupts her.
Sobec is bored. He knows that contacting the local law enforcement is the best thing to do, but in the meantime he is stuck here without action.
The large vesk finds himself examining Skitter from a few feet away, making sure his friend is not hurt, or at least not too badly. Then he does the same with the others, telling them to watch their diet so they heal more quickly. Almost like a mother.
A brief flicker of nervousness seems to cross Zchavvirt's insectile face but it passes quickly. "Co-owners, you say?" he replies. "I am all too familiar with that lowlife Hesala and her crew. Well, except for maybe that android fellow. Never seen him around town. In any case we have a few cells here I could stash the lot of 'em in - indefinitely." The shirren looks away for a moment as he appears to be entering something into his own console. When he turns back to you he asks "Are you going to be returning to town currently? It would be more efficient right now if perhaps you delivered your prisoners to us, especially given the medical condition of Hesala, rather than us gearing up to come to you. I can send a couple of deputies later to help deal with the deceased and their effects."
"We have what we assume is a vehicle they stole from (name) rental. We can probably take them back in that and return the vehicle to its rightful owner. Though I would not want to be responsible for Hesala's condition. I do not know how injured they are. I am not trained in medicine," Zyzzy says. "Is there any kind of reward out for their arrest?"
The sheriff shakes his head ruefully. "No, I am afraid not. A bounty would have been provocative and so we did not budget for one," he answers. "That lashunta is vicious, but within the town limits they were mostly troublemakers and occasional thieves. Their real predation occurred mostly away from town. No one was really keen on risking taking them on, especially considering that crime is not exactly in short supply in the Cluster. Maybe someone else tries to take their 'turf' or maybe they have connections with the Syndicates. Which is not to say I am not relieved you have dealt with them - just we have our full complement of personnel to deal with whatever comes next. Had we tried to take them on ourselves who knows what might have happened?"
The shirren pauses a minute to look away again. "All that said - while there is no reward per se you might find folks here are grateful to have them off our antennae. I will notify the Voyager Vehicles manager to expect your arrival. Do not worry too much about the lashunta's condition. You are not likely to be taken before the magistrate for 'maltreatment' around here if you are just trying to do what needs doing."
Forgot to mention - the ship is not that far away from town. Less than a half hour drive. If the terrain were completely flat you could probably see it from town on a good day.
"I'll be fine, just need a little rest." The ysoki shakes his head. "You keep it I can barely hold that thing even when I'm not half frozen."
Skitter flashes a half smile and tries to suppress the shivers that are still wracking his body. After a second they pass and he relaxes.
"Cannister, you staying here with us? I'm pretty sure you'll be more useful here than in a cell with your former mistress. Plus I could use some help repairing Sparky."
Skitter looks to Zyzzy hoping he didn't overstep. He liked the android and figured it didn't deserve to end up in some backwoods jail because of some outlaw who probably stole him to begin with. He waited briefly and then began to talk to the android.
Cannister gives Skitter a curious look. "I... can stay? I was purchased by my mistress several years ago. I am not sure where I was manufactured - I was transported away before I was released from my container. My mistress had been discharged from the lashunta military on Castrovel for, ah, disagreeable behaviour. She took me and we, along with a couple of her former colleagues, left the Pact Worlds. We had been moving from place to place for a bit where there was work for ex-soldiers when my mistress lost her arm in a firefight. It that was after that that she formed a, well, um, unusual attachment to me. It was after that that we ended up in the Tabori Cluster and, eh, here." He is more than happy to assist with any repairs with Sparky.
Meanwhile the rest of you gather up Hesala, Brill, and Gistanne and head back down to the bay to load them into the buggies. While you are busing lifting the lashunta into the stolen Voyager Vehicles buggy the young human woman steps towards the open bay door. She just stands there for a moment near the top of the ramp, hands tied in front of her, looking out over the landscape while the warm breeze licks at her shaggy hair. "Wait..." she says as she turns backs to you. "Where's the robot?" Her mouth twists and her voice acquires an edge. "Don't tell me you offed him and let that no good gear scum live?"