Portalis Proceedings

[Jameson Bardolph 0]

Oy...

 

Whiskey Bardolph trotted along behind Captain Kawalas and Tirean Bell through the Portalis security offices with an expression of vague interest. It occurred to him to be nervous, but he didn't really know what was going to happen yet, and he was not the sort to panic before there was a reason.

 

He hadn't really done anything, after all. There'd been some sort of craziness with two of the other officers from the ship -- he'd seen them get picked up. At the time he'd figured on normal shore leave hijinks, bit of a headache for someone higher up than him, and had more or less ignored it, though he had gotten a weird warning from one of the locals that he should stay out of the way.

 

Then he had ended up, in his wanderings, over in the direction of what had turned out to be the security offices and prison, and he had found a large crowd gathering and Captain Kawalas in the middle of it. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on or why there was so much animosity present, but the crowd seemed about ready to tear Kawalas limb from limb about something.

 

Commander Robinson had, just at that point, called for all crew to beamup and Whiskey (and this was the part he could potentially get a boot up his rear for) had hesitated for a moment. And then he had commed the Captain.

 

Kawalas had told him to back her up and so he had begun making his way through the crowd, along with Bell, who had been coming in from the other side and had, apparently, knocked over a small child. Then Robinson's orders had kicked in and they had all disappeared before Bell could apologize, Kawalas could explain, or anyone had really had a chance to figure out what was going on.

 

If it hadn't been so serious, Whiskey might have laughed as he stood in the TR with the rest of the returned officers and listened as comm reports from below quickly turned the three of them into wanted fugitives. They were back down on the planet now, following some fellow named Needly and going somewhere or other, but Whiskey had the sneaking suspicion that the damage was already done. He didn't think they were in danger of beheading or anything along those lines, but he also wasn't familiar with this area's legal protocols.

 

Well, we can't say we didn't have a memorable visit, I suppose...