[T20] High Law and low justice

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye glances around the room quickly. "Tretheasofkhou, I think we should go to the other room. It's more private, you can tell me about your troubles there, away from alien ears." She hopes her reasonable and commanding tone draw his wandering attention. (She will head toward the back room if he's at all responsive.)

 

[doghead]

No. Don't go out back with Treth. If the police saw us come in here, they will find him ... on the other hand, it would allow us to talk without him losing his bottle ... and it wouldn't be strange, he's just resting, needs some quiet.

We don't have time to plan it, just going to have to wing it ...

OOC: Saanath is just thinking.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Ktarlewaweikye glances around the room quickly. "Tretheasofkhou, I think we should go to the other room. It's more private, you can tell me about your troubles there, away from alien ears." She hopes her reasonable and commanding tone draw his wandering attention. (She will head toward the back room if he's at all responsive.)

ooc:Ktarlewaweikye wins an opposed CHA check 21 to 3, and Treth's initiative is 9.

The big aslan nods and fairly leaps from his chair, "Not for their ears. Back there, I will tell you what they did." The two of them rise and start moving towards the back room.

Meanwhile McAllister responds to Tomas: "It's a matter of who's gettin' the go 'round, if ye take my meaning." He nods to Treth, "Him? Dunna look good."

Just as the two Aslan reach the back door, the first police officer, a male Luriani, enters the bar. "Stop right there, Treth!" he says, clearly and directly - it's an order, not a threat. His partner, a female Luriani, steps in behind him and then moves to the side. Each is armed with both a gun and a stun rod.

Treth turns and is going to react - hard to tell what's coming next.

(ooc: I'll wait a little bit to see if anyone wants to do anything before Treth, which would require an initiative roll unless it's just talking)

 

[Maerdwyn]

After Trelene responds to the manager's attempts at small talk, she enjoys her drink for a little while. Then two people approach her table one is a female vargr, the other a Luriani male. Both are young, and professionally dressed.

"Ma'am," the vargr starts, "we're sorry to interrupt you but, we heard the Maitre'D mention that you were going to the Mercantile Council today. We'll be on the ship as well, and we were hoping we could ask you a few questions - may we buy you a drink?"

It all comes out in one breath, and thenthe two of them are left just sort of standing there. They look uncomfortable in their suits - in fact, the luriani looks uncomfortable in his body. Rookies, both.

 

[doghead]

Saanath turns on his stool to face the room. He catches his breath as Treth turns.

A cool head Treth. Please. Oh Frick. He's gunna blow, I know it.

Saanath stands. "Its OK Tretheasofkhou. Everything will be OK."

Now its begun ...

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath turns on his stool to face the room. He catches his breath as Treth turns.

A cool head Treth. Please. Oh Frick. He's gunna blow, I know it.

Saanath stands. "Its OK Tretheasofkhou. Everything will be OK."

Now its begun ...

Treth looks at Saanath, as do the police. The man speaks : "You the guy who helped him run? What's your name, sir?" At the same time The woman speaks to Ktarlewaweikye in Luriani: "Step away from the suspect, please, Ma'am."

 

[doghead]

Treth looks at Saanath, as do the police. The man speaks : "You the guy who helped him run? What's your name, sir?" At the same time The woman speaks to Ktarlewaweikye in Luriani: "Step away from the suspect, please, Ma'am."

"I'm sorry. I'm a little confused. I'm the guy who helped him walk. He was confused and disorientated. He's suffering from severe culture shock apparently. Anyway, I speak a little Aslan, and offered to help Tretheasofkhou get home. The manager seemed quite relieved. Apparently there had been a bit of an accident, some plates had got broken. I've been stuck in strange cities before, its ... not much fun.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Saanath."

 

[Maerdwyn]

"I'm sorry. I'm a little confused. I'm the guy who helped him walk. He was confused and disorientated. He's suffering from severe culture shock apparently. Anyway, I speak a little Aslan, and offered to help Tretheasofkhou get home. The manager seemed quite relieved. Apparently there had been a bit of an accident, some plates had got broken. I've been stuck in strange cities before, its ... not much fun.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Saanath."

The man nods, "Thank you Saanath. I'm Officer Menuri. This is Officer [slight, almost imperceptible, pause] Irikanu. Frankly, we are encounteringvarying decriptions of what happened at Red Tide. For example - would you mind describing what you saw as the manager...exited the kitchen?

Meanwhile, Officer Irikanu says to Treth, "Mr. Lhearosh Ardua,I need you to step towards me - very slowly - with your arms stretched out to the side."
Treth looks first to Ktarlewaweikye then Saanath for guidance, then grabs his head (as he's been doing constantly since leaving Red Tide) in pain.

Quinn notes that the Vargr named Hergvaer suddenly looks like like he's on high alert, and is watching Irikanu with a dark look on his face.

Tomas and Ruzz'koff note a similar a similar level of alertness in McAllister a few seconds later.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye looks as pained as her leonine features can express. She does not leave Tretheasofkhou's side. "He needs medical attention, ma'am. I will relinquish my care of him if you promise to take him directly to a hospital that is prepared to deal with an Aslan patient," she says respectfully but with steel in her voice.

 

[Watus]

Narrowing his eyes, Quinn moves a bit closer to the edge of his stool, lamenting his terrible tactical position. Gods, he thinks, please don't let this get ugly.