NPC Sargent Mcfeeblerduchy's page

"Cleah a radius! Cleah a RADIUS!" A squadron of fighters in Station Security livery arc around the Moriko, zoning out other vessels.

"By mah authority as Station Security, I command all vessels to disperse! I repeat, all vessels yield to Moriko's Legacy!" The security vessels form an escort around the Starfinder ship, granting it an unobstructed pathway back to the station. Despite his airs of importance and urgency, Mcfeeblerduchy does not bother to speak with the crew of the Moriko directly.

"Whadya mean the Hippocampus has been requisitioned for a special task? I've got a very impotahnt meeting to get to!

"Don't gimme that line ahbout diplomahtic relahtions! I'LL SHOW YOU DIPLOMAHTIC RELAHTIONS!"

The airlock slams open as McFeeblerduchy storms into the corridor. Looking up at surprise, his eyes narrow.

He points a stubby finger at Diedre. "You!" The bleachling gnome swings around to point his finger at Aureum. "Ahnd you!" Revolving again, he's suddenly flat-footed at the sight of the towering Scyphozoan. "Ahnd... probably you too! I think."

Straightening his uniform, the head of the Organized Crimes Task Force glowers at the trio. "If there's ONE scrahtch on mah fahvorite ship, there will be TWELVE hells tah pay!"

Before allowing a word in edgewise, he storms off.

"We had some issues with the bouncers and some of the low-level thugs, but the leader is ready and willing to be taken into custody."

The sargent's eyes widen a bit. "Ya nabbed Nadaz? Ahre ya sure? Now this is somethin' I need tah see. BOYS!"

McFeeblerduchy snaps his fingers, and two officers hustle into the club. Moments later, they emerge with Nadaz in tow, who immediately starts demanding a lawyer.

"Ya, ya, I know yah rights. You'll get yah lawyah. You'll also get yah day in court, yah scumbag!"

"Honestly officer, we didn't expect it to go this way. I just wanted to ask some questions, and I approached the club with my weapons sheathed. But when I addressed the doormen, they recognized me, and drew their lasers and opened fire."

The sargent takes a long look at Jehir, his eyes roaming from the Borai's weeping black wounds to his bloodshot eyes to the immense blood-soaked doshko strapped to his back.

"You? Scary? They musta been crazy."

"It may look like just a street fight. But there is a major case here, and you may want to get your organized crime people down here, or whoever would investigate that kind of thing."

The gnome's eyes narrow slightly. "Well, boy, lucky fer you. Yah talkin' tah the actin' head o' tha Orgahnized Crime Task Farce! Now if the five o' yah could give these officers your statements and then get the HELLS outta my crime scene, that would be just dandy!"

As Diedre watches the security motorcycles approach down the corridor, a familiar voice booms down the hallway and throughout the Fusion Queen.

"ATTENTION! THIS IS AHBSALOM SECURITY! COME OUT OF THA BUILDING WIT YA HANDS... AW, FER PIPES AND DRAWERS!"

Sargent Mcfeeblerduchy hops out of a diminutive sidecar and tosses his helmet to the bike's pilot.

"I HEARD THA-" His artificially booming voice cuts out abruptly as the gnome slaps the bottom of his chip twice with the back of one hand. "I heard that some Stahfindahs were mixed up in this, but I figued that you would have gotten smahter after yestahday!"

The thunderheaded sargent glares at Diedre's new guitar. "What, did you serenade them all to death? Where are all ya friends? Did you serenade them to sweet obhlivion too?"

"I think ve can agree zat ve are all concerned for zee safety of these people. Officer, if you have any other questions ve can answer, let us do our best to help you finish this up and put an end to vat has probably been a long day. We only insist that ve be allowed to stay and vatch over our fallen Starfinder until others have come to claim his remains."

"Look, if you wanna hang out on the other side of that barricade and cool your heels, that's not mah prerogative. But all these bodies go to autopsy. Them's the rules, sunny-boy."

"And as for the last bit, I already have done so. If it weren't for Desna's blessing, these winds would be worse right now."

The gnome snorts derisively. "Well, good for you , stah-boy. I hope that takes you fah."

"This is stupid," Diedre says dismissively. "I don't know why you're asking these questions. You've got cameras there, there, there, and two of them over there." she continues pointing out the security cameras. "I'm sure someone in your department knows how to operate them."

The gnome throws up his hands and starts pacing angrily in tight circles on the hood of the security vehicle.

"I gaht eight-seven years on the force. Ya know what every year has taught me? That us damn police are always wrong! We look at camera footage? BOO-HOO! The newsboys twist us ovah for not trustin' witnesses. We ask witnesses what happened? BOO-HOO! We shouldah looked at the bloody cameras! No mattah how many lives we save, we're always - always! - the bad guys."

The stewing sargent pulls a case of cheap cigarettes from a pocket within his body armor, selects three, lights them with a snap of his fingers, and crams all three into the corner of his mouth. A couple deep drags, and the irate gnome mollfies slightly.

"Agh, why am I wastin' oxygen on you? I'm got my third fatality this shift, an' the domeheads are gonnah by up my ass askin' why we're got a bloody gang shootout in Kavalasa, of all places. Oui! Schtep!" Sarget Mcfeeblerduchy raises his voice, and another officer flinches slightly before turning around. "We ain't holding these Nevilles. Get 'em their personal property, an' point 'em in the directory of the Lorespire."

"...AND MAKE SURE TAH KEEP THOSE DAMN VID-MONKAYS OFF MAH BACK. THIS IS AHN INVESTIGATION, NAHT A SCHOOLGIRL'S SLEEPOVAH!"

The gnome's voice reverberates throughout the docking bay with unnatural volume. As he turns to the approaching PCs, he slaps the underside of his chin twice with the back of his hand and yawns widely, creating some high-pitched static feedback that squeals briefly before cutting off abruptly. When he speaks again, his voice is a more natural, albeit blustery, volume.

"Ah! Our noble Nevilles! Jumping right into the middle of ah fiyhafight without a care for their own mortahlity!" The security sargent punctuates his words with a finger, stabbing at the laser holes in Orodolwa's armor, scowling fiercely. "Ya clods! Fresh off the boat, tryin' tah be heroes? Each one o' ya should thank ya bloody stars that you ain't reduced to a smear ahn the floor!"

The gnome sighs, rubbing his temples. "Too late tah lecture, Credence." Looking back at the PCs, he signs again. "Alright. Tell me what bleedin' happened here, and make it quick."