[T20] High Law and low justice

[Maerdwyn]

Ktarlewaweikye smiles briefly at Vyrkris. "I'm a doctor." She shrugs. "If something unusual comes up, I'll find it. I don't know what exactly to look for, so I'm just looking." Before answering the Vargr's second questions, she pauses to contemplate the blood sample. "I don't work for anyone right now. I just graduated with my second doctoral degree," she says a tad proudly. "Why didn't you and your friend Felin request to be bunked together? I didn't know anyone before I got here, but had I, I'm sure I would have asked." She doesn't sound unfriendly, or unwelcoming, but she is a bit surprised by her own verbosity.

"Wow - two doctorates. They'll be lining up for you at the Council! Felin and I just finished our Bachelors of Science degrees - looks like internships for us, I think." [As she speaks, you try to identify a contaminant in the sample - it's nothing you've seen first hand before, and your testing supplies are limited. No idea what it is, at least from the evidence before you. You need better resources. In the meantime, you've missed some of what Vyrkris has been saying.] "...much better than this one. [her ears droop a bit in emarassment]Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean anything against you, Ktarlewaweikye! All I meant was, you know, his is bigger and he's got it all to himself, and we have to share this one. Not that I mind sharing a room with with *you* - just that we have to share when they don't. It's just... different outside the university, you know?

 

[Maerdwyn]

He flops down beside without paying his berthmate any mind and pulls out his portacomp.

Anaarisi opens his mouth, and then, catching Quinn's eye, promptly closes it.

A few minutes later, he tries again, "I'm Anaarsi Rigan, furture trader on the HCN Exchange. Pleased to meet you." He offers a hand. He waits a bit for a response, and regardless of whether it comes or not, he continues, "So, I bet you were in the army before this. You look like prime Gateway Arms material, that's for sure."

 

[Seonaid]

Female Aslan Medic

Ktarlewaweikye smiles faintly at her. "It is, indeed, different outside university. But I'm sure you'll do fine. Internships are great. You will learn a lot. And hopefully you and your friend will be put together somewhere." She carefully puts the blood sample and equipment away, and turns her attention fully on Vyrkris. "Well then. What do you want to do with your life?" She feels so much older than she actually is, with this youngster bouncing around the cabin.

 

[Tonguez]

"Eduardo. Good to meet you, Saanath. Don't let the 'minority' bit worry you, son - it's just for the locals. Should get better once we enter jumpspace. 'Course, it'll get worse once we make Dukh. Price of doing business, no?
I'll take the berth by the door. That a problem, Jefe?" he asks Tomas.

"Not at all koro" Tomas replies to the elder man using a term of respect from his own culture. though he himself is unfamiliar with the term 'jefe'.
He glances across at Sanaath, an unfortunate reminder of the 'incident'

As he takes up the remaining bed he sits and asks "Names Tomas Makea, so either of you done this trip before?"

 

[Douane]

Specifically, these are your room assignments: [...]

Zaedhrarrg, Ruzz'Koff, and a young, tough looking Luriani graduate named Cassius Oranu. [...]

Zaedhrarrg groans and rolls his eyes.

* OH NO! Who the heck made those bunk assignments? Has he never heard of the "Vargr pack mentality"? Just what I need for next few weeks, constant one-upmanship by some guy who feels the need to prove his leadership abilities and charisma! [Sigh!] *

While he settles in and waits for his bunk-mates to appear, he keeps pondering.

* Wonder what if this tub rates Jump-2? [Sigh.] My, it will be long journey. *


When Bilem checks in, Zaedhrarrg's thoughts shift into another direction. With a conspiratorial wink, he slips him 50 Cr:

"Hey Bilem, my man. This might be be a rather long and perhaps even boring journey, especially for a vet spacer like myself, so I was wondering whether there are any, you know, females of my species on shipboard? Perhaps you could introduce me or just tell me their names so that I could meet them ..., well, just for a polite chat, of course."

[innocent Vargr grin]

 

[Maerdwyn]

As he takes up the remaining bed he sits and asks "Names Tomas Makea, so either of you done this trip before?"

Eduardo looks to each of the other men in the room, and, after a second, says, "Yeah. I made it to the Council back in '63, and then again in '79. Been with Delgado since then, and I mean to stay with them. You guys worked for any of these outfits before? No? Well, you'll see. Just make sure you know what you're getting into - and who you're getting in with - before you sign on.

 

[Maerdwyn]

When Bilem checks in, Zaedhrarrg's thoughts shift into another direction. With a conspiratorial wink, he slips him 50 Cr:

"Hey Bilem, my man. This might be be a rather long and perhaps even boring journey, especially to a vet spacer like myself, so I was wondering whether there are any, you know, females of my species on shipboard? Perhaps you could introduce me or just tell me their names so that I could meet them ..., well, just for a polite chat, of course."

[innocent Vargr grin]

"Sir, there's truly no need for a gratuity," says Bilem as he gracefully pockets the credits in the same motion as he brings up the passenger manifest. "There is a young lady by the name of Vyrkris Ulkhuto just three rooms down. I believe she is the only female vargr passenger outside the low berths. But...(to himself: "she'll kill me for this") you might also enjoy meeting Kulsaegh, who attends to the Makhidkarun bigwig in the Ducal Stateroom. A "polite chat" is all I'd avise with her though, sir. Try anything beyond that and well, let's just say she's got a temper." *Grins, and leaves*

 

[Maerdwyn]

She carefully puts the blood sample and equipment away, and turns her attention fully on Vyrkris. "Well then. What do you want to do with your life?" She feels so much older than she actually is, with this youngster bouncing around the cabin.

"Well," she says, drawing herself up enthusiastically, "First thing is to find a post that keeps me far away from Daramm, preferably one that lets me do some research that I can turn into a dissertation someday. I'd like to have my doctorate sometime in the next ten years. Depends on whether my position lets me pay for going back school again. Felin says he'd help me out with that if I needed it, though. Still best to do it on your own if you can, right?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

Trelene's suite is, as expected, large and well appointed. There is a complimentary bar, and the oversized bathroom can be sealed and flooded for a relaxing swim. Nice.

As she gets herself settled, she hears a chime indicating someone wants to enter her. Answering the door, she sees a young vargr woman dressed in a professional but attractive suit. "Good evening, Madam, my name is Kulsaegh, and I will be seeing to your needs for the duration of the trip. Should you require anything, simply have me paged. I will also be assisting three other guests, but rest assured, I will do everything in my power to make your journey a pleasant one. Is there anything you need at present, or shall I return later?"

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye smiles at her. "I don't know, but I suppose it's best to pay one's own way. But if you must rely on someone, you friend Felin sounds like the person it should be! A doctorate is an admirable goal." She nods, half to herself. "So you are from Daramm system then?"