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'''A Grim Situation'''
  
The Vanguard soldiers start a route around the bar, weaving from table to table, eyeing the occupants as they go. “Sure somebody here saw something,” the taller one says. They stop at Falkenberg’s table. The shorter one points his gun at the captain. “Maybe it was you?” he asks Falkenberg.
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Three black shuttles descend onto the tarmac of the docking pad at Drescher Interstellar Spaceport. No distinctive markings on these vessels. They rest on their landing skids as the thruster turbines wind down. Hatches click open simultaneously. Ramps slide down. Black-masked, black-suited agents armed with rifles start jogging down those ramps.
  
In her seat, Melania has slid the battle rifle to sit more comfortably into her lap than on her back. And she’s more than happy to sit in her former Vanguard combat uniform, even with the patches torn off and holding Vanguard weapons. Eyeballing the one pointing the gun at Falk, she subtly thumbs the safety on her rifle. “Kid, your military career is going to be ridiculously short if you don’t get that gun out of my Captain’s face. Suggest you go find yourself a TDY within your pay grade before coming here with a target painted on you.” That’s her only warning. Other than that, she takes a moment to gauge the distance and location between the two.
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Sharai Dravik is about to reply with a playful smile when she sees the ships and goes pale, stepping in front of Heidi, hand on her pistol hilt but doesn't yet draw.
  
Kaxina possesses enough wherewithal to pay the soldiers a measured look when they pass her seat, though the crease in her forehead has not yet faded. When they have passed without incident, her manicured fingers rise to rub wearily at it, exasperation with the situation and her acquaintance’s reaction worn plainly on her face.
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Heidi turns to look over at the ships and she lifts a brow slightly. "Hmm.. this is differnt ja?" The tall woman comments as she takes a step back.
  
Falkenberg keeps his hands beneath the table. He eyes the Vanguard officer with the gun in his face. He looks not at the gun, but at the man’s eyes, holding his gaze. “Maybe it was,” he says calmly. “And then again maybe not. But I’m afraid you fine gentlemen may be a little unclear about just where you are and just what you’re doing. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll buy you both a drink. You can put your gun away, and my associates…” emphasizing the plural, “including the one you see next to me here, will put theirs away, and we can get to the bottom of what’s got you so upset.
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The Opodian Viceroy, standing near the Opodi's Light with several local police officers that Iseul left with him the night before, is discussing various items with some of the 'locals', who have never seen an Opodian before. He tries to explain where he and his ship came from, but they don't quite understand and walk off. As the black shuttles come zooming overhead, Narai looks up, grumbling. "This is never a good thing."
  
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The last off the shuttles is a man with spiky silver hair. He follows his team of armed agents toward the Opodian. As the agents form a circle, the leader steps through and offers a faint smile to Narai, eyeing the strange bear-like alien up and down. Clasping his hands behind his back, the gaunt-faced man says, "I am Senior Agent Grim of the Consortium Intelligence Service. If you would be so kind as to accompany us, our government has some questions about you, your vessel, and your intentions in Consortium space. The Vanguard is already taking up security positions around your orbiting vessel. We will try to return it to you in decent condition, of course."
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Sharai Dravik steps forward, "As I recall the Consortium Council has already met with the Viceroy. Where is your authorization to apprehend these people?"
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Latest revision as of 19:21, 11 April 2012

A Grim Situation

Three black shuttles descend onto the tarmac of the docking pad at Drescher Interstellar Spaceport. No distinctive markings on these vessels. They rest on their landing skids as the thruster turbines wind down. Hatches click open simultaneously. Ramps slide down. Black-masked, black-suited agents armed with rifles start jogging down those ramps.

Sharai Dravik is about to reply with a playful smile when she sees the ships and goes pale, stepping in front of Heidi, hand on her pistol hilt but doesn't yet draw.

Heidi turns to look over at the ships and she lifts a brow slightly. "Hmm.. this is differnt ja?" The tall woman comments as she takes a step back.

The Opodian Viceroy, standing near the Opodi's Light with several local police officers that Iseul left with him the night before, is discussing various items with some of the 'locals', who have never seen an Opodian before. He tries to explain where he and his ship came from, but they don't quite understand and walk off. As the black shuttles come zooming overhead, Narai looks up, grumbling. "This is never a good thing."

The last off the shuttles is a man with spiky silver hair. He follows his team of armed agents toward the Opodian. As the agents form a circle, the leader steps through and offers a faint smile to Narai, eyeing the strange bear-like alien up and down. Clasping his hands behind his back, the gaunt-faced man says, "I am Senior Agent Grim of the Consortium Intelligence Service. If you would be so kind as to accompany us, our government has some questions about you, your vessel, and your intentions in Consortium space. The Vanguard is already taking up security positions around your orbiting vessel. We will try to return it to you in decent condition, of course."

Sharai Dravik steps forward, "As I recall the Consortium Council has already met with the Viceroy. Where is your authorization to apprehend these people?"

Read the whole log...