Information on the impending invasion might be part of the payment for supplies?"Ms. Birch," Andre begins, slow enough that you can tell she's trying to supress annoyance, "you will of course be reimbursed for any necessary requisitions we are forced to make, as outlined both in the Military Requisitions Act and the Wartime Measures Act."
This second proclamation leads to a weighty, prolonged silence on the other end of the line. Invoking the Wartime Measures Act allows much broader use and seizure of civilian resouces -- to be repaid at a later date where possible -- it also, however, necessary declares that the Rose has just come from or is heading to active combat with an enemy considered to be the enemy of the Imperial throne or its representatives. "... is there something we should know, captain?" the harbourmaster asks, slowly.
"Any relevant information can be exchanged in person, I think, Ms. Birch."
These are people who don't care about showing minor illegal modification so if they're hiding something it is probably far more serious."It's a common modification, ma'am. They've swapped out the standard emitter for a high powered, aftermarket defence model, and upgraded the power supply at the back. It's not a military weapon, exactly, but at the right range they can cut through armour. It's illegal."
North's job is to insure something isn't unnoticed due to a language gap, and maybe fish for information.It's unlikely that you'll actually need the Creole to communicate, but having translators on hand, it was decided, will dramatically reduce the likelihood of information being passed over your heads unbeknownst to the shore party.
So Lee is at an absolute minimum someone who can procure stuff i the middle of nowhere either by being a scavenger, a pirate, and/or via connections with the other side."Welcome to our station, Commander," he says, before reaching out and clasping her warmly by both shoulders. The effect of this overly familiar greeting -- by aristocratic standards, at least -- seems to leave her stiff and speechless. Choi releases Perbeck, apparently oblivious to the lack of propriety. "This is Mara Birch," he says, identifying the woman beside him, "our Harbourmaster. I believe you've been communicating with her already. And this is…" he hesitates, looking suddenly fairly uncertain that he should have brought the third stationer along at all. "... this is Heinrich Lee. He's… well, he handles a lot of procurement and inventory issues."
"Among other things," Lee says, with a languid shrug. You can see Grayson's shoulders tense at this last remark -- he's evidently still unhappy with the station's open flaunting of imperial law. Lee pays no mind to Grayson, however, and instead, his eyes flick over to the sidearms worn by Perbeck, and the two marines. His easy smile shrivels up and dies, a little. "We don't ordinarily allow personal firearms anywhere on the station," he says, voice clearly disapproving.
Well he quite clearly think North is attractive, which might be useful."Hold on there, miss," Lee says, suddenly reaching out his free hand to close yours back on the handle. "You might want to hang onto that just a little longer."
You only have time to consider informing him that you're an ensign, not a miss, or to consider how his hand lingered just slightly longer than was necessary over your own, before you find out what he meant.
So out of curiosity what, or who do people think "they" are? The way I see it the other side might've sent negotiators to the minor stations, or maybe they "rescued" some crew from one of the sides whose expertise they've been making good use of?Your group proceeds in a line, Perbeck at the front, marines at the back, led onward by the nervously chattering Choi and the silent, sullen Birch. You pass people coming the other way with some frequency. Most watch your group, with your uniforms and weapons, with obvious but silent suspicion. One, though, speaks to Lee, in a conversational tone, words the odd hodgepodge that constitutes Saturnian Creole: ⟨"It's done, Heinrich."⟩ He glances meaningfully at your group. ⟨"I'll take them out again when the Impies are gone."⟩
Considering he was noted to be the younger man when has he met women in uniform? Unless he was talking about someone from the other side? Also the fact that Anja likes Lee obviously means he is a bad boy of some variety.In response, Lee only nods shallowly. His eyes scan over your group, noting Anja's raised eyebrows, and your scrutinising glance, and almost imperceptibly winces, before letting himself drift to the back of the group, until he's walking alongside you and Anja. When he speaks, it's in a low tone, and in the same language the strange man had used. ⟨"Most girls in uniform can't be bothered to pick up Saturnian,"⟩ he comments.
Anja grins at him. When she replies, the sharper tones of her accent seem obvious compared to the broader stationers. ⟨"I wasn't born wearing a uniform, Mr. Procurement."⟩
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Guilty as charged, and is the acoustics a design flaw, or feature?⟨"North was born in a uniform,"⟩ Anja quips. There's an odd quality to the acoustics in the corridor -- sound kept at a low, conversational tone scarcely travels.
While he has a point... I suspect them learning about the zealots arrival will slow down negotiations, which might be a good things depending on what exactly they're hiding.⟨"An imperial warship -- even a small one -- shows up out of nowhere with battle scars, and invokes the WMA,"⟩ he says, blunt all of a sudden. ⟨"And now your boss's boss won't give us a scrap of information. We need to know what's out here if we're going to keep ourselves safe, yes? We need to know if there's suddenly a pirate gang that serious out here, or if the zealots have finally decided to stop fucking around in Jupiter and deal with you lot here."⟩
[X] Offer veiled hints without openly admitting the truth
For the moment this has my vote.