[T20] High Law and low justice

[Maerdwyn]

I'm assuming that Saanath has some form of multi-system provider that would allow data link usage on a number of planets. Thats what he would choose if its an option. I was going to ask about this earlier. Let me know if its a problem.

OOC: The datalink works on any planet with a worldnet set up, which for simplicity's sake is any world TL8+, but it doesn't work between different worlds since there is not faster than light travel, except by jumpspace. Interstellar communication is analogous to the Pony Express - mail, news, etc. can be delivered only as fast at it can be physically carried from system to system by starship. Most starships and some installations within a system (such as a mining operation on a planetoid belt) are set up to connect to the worldnet on the primary world of a sytem, but there is a delay of anywhere from several seconds to several minutes in relaying information, depending on the distance between the transmitter and the receivers on the primary world.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye nods to Saanath and takes his card. "Thank you," she says in Galanglic, obviously speaking of more than just the card. She grabs her dropped belongings and allows herself to be herded outside, but tries to keep an eye on Tretheasofkhou as much as possible.

[OOC: Ktarlewaweikye has no appropriate skills, but if I'm allowed a general roll, I'll take it. Also, how much time is left until we're supposed to be on the ship, and how far away is the hospital?]

 

[Maerdwyn]

[OOC: Ktarlewaweikye has no appropriate skills, but if I'm allowed a general roll, I'll take it. Also, how much time is left until we're supposed to be on the ship, and how far away is the hospital?]

OOC: I need something a little more specific than a general roll - a number of skills are usable even without training - but I'd need to know what you were trying to do/perceive/understand/hear/cook/etc. There is a hospital less than than ten minutes away, though you're not sure if it's the one you'd be going to. You were asked to arrive in about an hour and a half, with the ship scheduled to leave a good three hours after that.

 

[doghead]

At Ktarlewaweikye's thanks, Saanath attemps a "no problem" grin, but suspects it came off as more of a tired smile.

Get it together Saanath. You're acting like you've lost a family member. Treth, in a round about way, will get the help he needs. An assault charge is hardly likely to stick given the condition he is in. You're done here.

Would you really have chucked in the trip to Dukh to help him?

Saanath doesn't really know the answer to that. But he does realise this; he is still standing in the middle of the floor of the bar. He returns to his seat at the counter.


*Re Data Link Service Providers* I took this over to the OOC thread to avoid cluttering up the iC thread.

 

[Wilphe]

Ru'zzkoff's intuition is buzzing. There's something going on between the female officer, the Vargr and MacAllister, what it is he's not sure.

(Sense Motive on the three of them, he'll keep an eye on the two who stay as the cop leave).

 

[Watus]

Quinn's watched all of this with interest, though he's said and done nothing. Everything on the surface appears to be in order, but still... somewhere, at the edges of his conciousness, something is troubling him. This just doesn't seem right.

*OOC: Sense Motive/+7

 

[Tonguez]

'I'm just here fer a drink' Tomas keeps thinking to himself as he turns his back on the scene and concentrates on the bar, his glass and the image in the mirror behind McAllister.

The quicker the police get the Aslan out of here the quicker he can leave and head up to the Spaceport and off this giant ball of spit...

 

[Maerdwyn]

Just as Ktarlewaweikye turns from Saanath, and begins to head outside, Hergvaer takes her hand, gently at first, then give a firm squeeze as he speaks to make sure he has her attention. His tone is friendly and relaxed. "Thanks for helping out, Doc. Listen, I'd like you to call me to let me know how all this turns out, okay? Let me give you my info. He sits down, and quickly writes something down on slip of paper, gives it to Ktarlewaweikye, and waits for her to look at it for a second. Then he takes it back, saying "Crap. Sorry, that was my old number - Datalink was stolen last week, and I keep forgetting." He crumples the paper and tosses it into the fire. Then he writes out a new slip of paper and gives it to her, "Thanks again, Doc. Good luck to you, Treth."

 

[doghead]

As Saanath swings the stool around to sit down he notices Hergvaer thanking Ktarlewaweikye, then give her his number. Instead of swinging around to face the bar he leans back against it and reaches back to grab his now slightly watery drink.

Treth seems to have no shortage of friends ... dozy old man, you should have had the number trans ... ? Ah. I wonder what that was all about.

He takes a pull of the vodka, then rubs his temples with the thumb and fingertips of his other hand. He decides he might as well stay as he is till the police come back for him.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye looks at Hergvaer oddly for a moment, then nods. "Thank you, I will be sure to let you know." She will then--nonchalantly, she hopes--turn and look casually about the room, as if making sure everything was in order before leaving. She hopes no one notices her eyes linger on the two officers longer than they did anywhere else. [Spot +0, particularly looking for weapons on the two, concealed or not; also, I want a Sense Motive on both +0] When she walks out the door, she will pause for a moment on the threshold and do a quick Spot on whomever or whatever is waiting. [Spot +0, again looking particularly for weapons, but also looking for escape routes, size of crowd, etc.]