The beige interior of the security office was jarred from its bland existance by the flash of strobing lights from the emergency response vehicles, and the smell of smoke and ozone from the odd figure slumped in the holding cell. His form would would normally evoke an image of sleek technology and military precision, however this image was spoiled by the exposed circuitry and charred synth flesh in his left eye and much of his left side.
Focus on me Agent Vicis. said Starfinder Gorson Ru, snapping the fingers on all four hands to rouse the injured Androids attention. Tell me again how a simple courier mission to a trade conference resulted in the destruction of the not one, but two ships, and the thousands of credits of cargo.
Vicis stopped poking at the damage to his side and focused his one intact eye on his superior. Technicaly the cargo shuttle can be repaired. Probably. with a sigh he continued, [b ]That “Cargo”, was enough contraband weapons to start a small war./b]
Agent Vicis! Do you have any idea how embarassing this is is for the society! the Kosathan Starfinder started in.
Go bleach yourself! Barked Vicis. Just because those idiots donated to the Starfinders doesn’t make them the good guys. You people and your politics. Half those weapons were recovered from goblin raiders. Lasers, grenades, cargo frames, fighters. And at any moment they could have blown up or worse. I just helped them along a bit. the agent calmed a little, then spit some milky blood on the tiles of the floor. Look, none of the rats or their terrorist customers were killed. You get to turn over a dozen criminals to Absolam security, and the merchant corp gets to deny they had any idea what was going on. Hell, they will probably offer an even bigger “donation” to keep us quiet about it. Its a win for everyone. Except for my combat rig that is., sighing and going back to examining his damaged implants. Hey can I get reimbursed for these repairs?
The redfaced sputtering from Gorson Ru, suggested that was unlikely.
