Re: Destination: Outpost
At the Starport office, the 'highest ranking' person Darrel can find is the Starport Manager, Sylvester Vance.
"Yes, sir, your Countship," he replies, clearly unused to dealing with nobility.
"Um, which Imperial Authorities are you referring to? The Imperial Embassy or the Military Starbase?"
As he talks, his fingers dance over the computer console.
"Yessir, that information was on your transponder acknowledgment. All authorities should have been notified automatically. I have no way of knowing if they actually were, of course..."
"I can check that, sir," Pinky offers, "by tracing the IP address back to the automatic routing hub. Hmmm. As I expected, we definitely were not notified. Oh, my. Yes, the auto-rout was blocked before ever getting transmitted. Same source: the Grand Poobah herself."
"So she at least knows you are here, Count Cromwell."
While Sharik is waiting for the issue to be resolved, she is able to identify someone that may have been following them. She uses the standard tactic of using a reflective surface to discretely look behind her.
The person in question is a merc... former merc might be more accurate. He's dressed as a civilian, but his stance and manners and the look on his face fairly screams merc training to Sharik. He's at a shop across the hall, tapping on a wristcomp as he keeps a surrepititious watch on the group. Sharik can't really say if he's watching her, Pablo or the Count.
Her own glance in a reflection seems to have escaped his notice.
Sam has no problem activating the repair drones. They are designed to function in the midst of battle, so generally only require pushing a button for each drone you want activated. They take voice commands, so once they drop out of the bottom of the ship, Vonon and Kaengarr can direct them.