Half a light year from the nearest star, Nomad Drift is a secure Spaceport straddling several Space lanes as it orbits a lonely brown dwarf. The station Is typical of a deep space drift. A collection of modules, habitats and factory/ Lab modules that have grown up over the years, Nomad station is a fuel station dedicated to harvesting Lithium Deuterium and Metallic Hydrogen from the dim Gas Super Giant it orbits.

  Spreading out from the central core “Nomad 715 Foxtrot Charley” is a dizzying maze internally. Shops, kiosks, Hotels and bars line its outer corridors. Ships and repair facilities crammed into every corner of t Drift fill the air with the smell of lubricants and waste heat from the machinery. The constant throb of machinery fill the halls, and there never seems to be enough room, clean air or privacy in the stations cluttered interior.

   Constant shouts, squabbles and brawls seem to be the norm in the station; it is not a tourist locale by any means. The Station sits in the heart of the Delta, a dangerous and contested region of space the scene of many battles over the past century, burnt out hulks and shattered warships and freighters litter space and orbit the planets of the region. Many colonies show the scars of raids, strikes and full out assaults by one side or the other. No one travels the Delta without a weapon, and no one is shy about using weapons to settle a dispute.

   Pepper leads T'risa down several passages and down several levels n the Maze like tangle of connectors and shafts that made up the structure of the Drift Station. she wore only her Uniform Jacket and a short leather skirt with a pair of knee high armored boots accenting the numerous belts and pouches she wore. The Heavy automatic pistol on her thigh was no hanger, it was just as lethal as the service weapons carried by CASAR and Colonial Marshals without the Stunner module.

    " Okay Hun we got thee prices here on the Stations, one for transients, one for locals and one for people who might shoot your ass." Pepper laughed as she took T'risa by the arm." Okay now here even the hairstylist around here have an attitude, they're good but their a rough lot."

    ' Now the best gear is in the "Pitt" no rules no layout just plop your blanket down where you can and sell what you want... of course out here the only warrantee is catching the guy who sold you crap and threatening to stick his head into an ore crusher toll he makes good on the deal." Pepper grinned wickedly, as she spoke as if she enjoyed the free wheeling nature of the station.

T'risa walked beside Pepper, a broad smile on her face. Dressed in solely her issued gear, she felt distinctly outdressed by her guide, a situation she hoped to resolve with this shopping expedition. She allowed Pepper to lead her by the arm into the Bazaar of the bizarre.

"I wonder which price they will quote to me? I wonder if they would dare give me anything other than their best offer. This will be an education."

Her smile only increased as they arrived at the Pit.

"I find I am in need of many items. I need several changes of clothing, all I have is formal wear and issued gear. Something similar to what you are wearing would suit me, but I think it may need to withstand some more adverse conditions than may be encountered on a station. I need restraints, including psionically inhibiting restraints if they are available here, if not I'll need to requisition them for our next trip out. Some kind of non-lethal device such as stun grenades or somnall grenades would be nice to have. Also night vision gear or preferably blackout goggles. Aside from that I'd like to get a laptop and.....well, do you know any of the vendors that might have some fiction originating from O'maeda space?"

T'risa face turned slightly deeper blue.

"I believe the others in our team might function better in the absence of my presence. With that in mind I may have a lot of time to read when I'm not reviewing Colonial Law. Colonial Law is slightly different from Imperial Law and I need to review the differences if I am to do my job. With all of these matters in hand, I can shop for toiletries myself if you can point me in the right direction and we can finish up with a meal, my treat, if you'd like. Thank you once again for agreeing to accompany me, it is much appreciated."

Balkir moved through the crowd like a natural. He was wearing his new fatigues open with a bare chest beneath them. His scars on his chest displayed with a pride only seen in Valkiir. He stopped occasionally and talked to a few people he knew. He did however not linger, he had time to keep. His pistols and sword were still on his hips. His new patch was on the shoulder and people seemed to show him a bit more respect, primarily because they knew he could arrest them now. He stopped and picked up a small box of cigars and a decent sized bottle of Sokyo. He eventually came across his new compatriots. He stuck the cigar in his mouth and lit it as he approached the pair.

"Hello ladies." he stated around his cigar with a nod and a respectful tap to the head. "Figured ya guys might enjoy an escort, nasty figures in places like this." he said with a bit of jest in his voice and a wink to Pepper in his eye. She would know that most of the crime around here could not stand up to anyone from the military. Like all Valkiir he was a closed book the telepath. "That an' I'm damn hungry and hear that yer buyin'" he stated with a smile. Once again like all Valkiir he was insatiable in his hunger. "So whats first on the itinerary." he said clapping his hands and rubbing them together in mock anticipation. In reality he just wanted to get to no more about his commanding officer.

T'risa used her TK to keep the fumes of the cigars away from her. The smell was rather pungent and deeply unattractive. The Valkiir had good mental control, no stray thoughts leaked out from him unlike most of the others on the station. She was tempted briefly to try to break them, but decided in the end team unity would be best served by respecting his privacy. She welcomed him with a broad smile.

"You must be Balkir. You're more than welcome to join us. I should warn you, we intend to shop for clothes as well as picking up some of the more mundane items on our list. I have been known to spend a great deal of time shopping. I say this to warn you so you cannot claim I misrepresented this expedition. If you choose to stay with us, I would be more than happy to treat you to food, and perhaps even buy you a present. As to the first item on the agenda? Well, Pepper knows the station much better than I. I've explained what I need, I assume that she will take us on an appropriate route. I imagine clothing will take up the bulk of our time. I need to find some good footwear, the boots I have on will never do."

She looked over to the Valkiir, realising he probably didn't appreciate just how valuable a good pair of shoes were to her. She changed the topic of conversation.

"Thank you for your assistance, Sir. I am pleased you are able to assist us in carrying all the packages we will assemble here. So Pepper and Balkir, what are your favourite foods?"

   " Nicht'zha Has the best Nact'had chosu In the Deta, just a little spcy with a hint of smoke to it." pepper ginned as she described a Quetzl dish. And the waiter He is cuuuuttttteee. Not as buff ass tall and gruesome here but definately eye candy." She grinned again, Hooking Balkiirs arm and T'risa leaving their weapon hands free as she led them into the maze of stalls, Kiosks, and blankets filling the majority of the stations oldest sections.

T'risa looked dubious.

"Are you sure it's not too spicy? I'm used to eating food with more subtle flavours. I've had Quetzl food before and lived to regret it......but if you recommend it, then I have to try. Besides eye candy is always a good thing in my opinion."

T'risa giggled to herself, with a look of glee as she saw the large amount of vendors present.

"I believe, Pepper, that I have found paradise."

     " There are fifty planets and outposts in the Delta," Pepper grinned as she dashed over to check out a vender of body jewelry. And all of the ships carrying cargo convoy up from Chalice to Nomad, so all the best comes here first."
    She took a large set of metallalic, gn metal blue and black belts checking them for size then draping them across Balkiirs chest. Damn to small, You know big guy it would be hard to find anything that fits you...What your daddy feed you back home anyway." Pepper winked mischievously to T'risa and then giggled.

T'risa let a wry smile creep in at the corner of her mouth before joining in the collective giggle.

"I'm sure we'll find something more appropriate for him as we roam this place. We need to find something that will emphasize his scars, or else he won't wear it...perhaps an open vest in subdued colours, one with armor inserts and many pockets. That would suit his stature more, I would think. Would that be a suitable present Balkir? "

T'risa looked through the selections on offer at the vendor. He clearly emphasized Terran jewellery more than Tau. She picked up a pair of metallic earrings with strongly coloured red gemstones in them. She split them, placing one hand holding an earring on each side of Peppers head. She stepped back tilting her head to one side in thought.

"Now these.. look good on you. They emphasize your natural colouring and bring out your cheeks. I have to get these for you....if you'd permit it. With a touch of lipstick in a darker colour, you could have any man on the station."

Balkir dug his hands in his pockets as he followed behind his commanding officer. He had slowly, and rather frustratedly, come to the conclusion that his new commanding officer was a rather girly O'maeda woman. He chuckled as Pepper came back with belts. "I don't have any problems, I just don't look at nice things." he said as he turned to look at a bunch of knives that were for sale. Most of them were garbage but one or two were of the quality of his knife, but he was more of a sword guy anyway. "My dad an' me hunted all the best kinds of animals when Ma was out to war." he said with a smile. "That and alotta milk." he said turning and rummaging through a box filled with old Valkiir military surplus clothing. He produced a pair of urban camoflage pants and a well worn back sling that had, much to Balkirs joy, a spot for an ax. He could finally take that boarding ax with him, damn thing had been collecting dust for the past 3 months. He handed the vendor a couple of bills.

At the mention of a present Balkir chuckled. "I was always taught if you have to ask, its not a gift, its a favor. Surprise me." he said as he strolled down one of the rows of vendors. He knelt down and picked through a box filled with old music files. He smiled broadly as he stood up. It was an old band that he hadn't been able to find music of for a long time. He strolled over to his compatriots, glancing up at them from his find he muttered "Nice earrings." fleetingly before returning to his find. "Can't wait to give this guy a listen." he stated with a big smile.

T'risa slyly smiled at the Valkiir out of the corner of her eye.

"Very well, I accept your challenge, Balkir. I shall obtain a gift for you and woe betide you if you do not like it. Actually I suppose I should purchase a small token for everyone on our team."

T'risa looked with interest at the music the Balkir bought, sidling up to him to see what he has bought.

"If it is not rude, may I ask what kind of music is to your taste? I am Kronos's biggest fan. I have all of his music. I'm beginning to grow into DeeDee Tea as well. I also like some old Terran genres of music."

  Pepper grinned wickedly as she ducked into the side row of kiosks. She reappeared a few moments later with a kid dressed in a mish mash of clothes including a nasty looking Valkiir short sword with a cut away scabbard showing off it's serrated edge. She whispered something into the station rats ear and sent him scooting.

     ” I think we can find what we need from an old friend of Rhic’s he’s set up over near a Bar called the “Stink Hole” Pepper shrugged as she spoke Spinn will give him theshoppinglist we had so he’ll get it together for us.”</blue>

      Pepper looked through a set of armor sized for a small woman and fitted the chest plate against her chest. So you hunted a bit then Balkiir, Well You might like to visit H’kahd Domahr, He runs safaris out to stygia, He has a standing challenge for anyone to best the Hunter he dropped as a boy.”


OOC: Stygia Is a planet famous or infamous for the lethal nature of it’s Fauna, and the ferocity of it’s weather even in the best times. Hunters are a powerful Bi-ped predator with a mix of insectoid and mammalian features, that is know to be almost impossible to kill with anything smaller than an anti-material rifle. Stygian men are legendary for their practice of hunting them with spears, and axes facing them on the ground and battling them to the death.

T'risa looked disappointed.

"You mean we can get everything we need in one go?"

T'risa sighed a deep breath of regret.

"But there's so much to see and do here, it would almost be a waste to leave so quickly. We have the rest of the day before us, or at least until the other Marshal arrives."

  " Ohhh but he will need time and we have soooo much to see and do." Pepper took Balkiirs arm.and pointed to a row of shops tucked in the corner,</blue> she hung her woven shopping bag ver his arm and smiled sweetly." And we have such a handsome companion, I say we see if there's anything cute and frilly around."
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"Hunting has grown dull since I became a soldier. I was in one campaign against the Onai, after that no quarry seems all that dangerous." Balkir said with a bit of a shrug. He turned to T'risa. "I'm not a fan of alot of the contemporary music. Though some of it isn't too bad." the music he had was some old and forgotten band from the beginning of the alliance. It was more of a Terran-bluesy style then any of the new music. He tucked his newly acquired music into one of his pockets. He let his hands fall onto his gun belt as he looked through the crowd a few friendly faces, but they didn't want to see him now...not in the presence of other "law" enforcers. He tossed the stub of his cigar over his shoulder as Pepper took his arm. He glanced down curiously at her. "If its too cute and frilly It might actually burn me." he said with chuckle. He strapped the beaten ammo belt over his shoulder and slung the pants he found over the other.

T'risa smiled. She'd caught the band name. She didn't reveal for now that her musical tastes for Terran music were actually rather similar to his own, though she preferred the much older varieties. She decided to tease the Valkiir male.

"Don't be silly. Frills would suit you. Frills suit everyone."

She started giggling to herself.

"Balkir, you know there are three of us. We're all heavily armed and we all carry badges, no-one will start anything. Relax, we're shopping, it's supposed to be fun. A Lawman Mk 9 and a badge are good for a lot of things and shoppign trouble free is one of them."

She'd incorrectly interpreted his looking around as keeping an eye out for trouble.

   a heavy built Cesti barged through the trio without so much as an "excuse me" snorting as it moved it only paused to sneer and snarl at the three with a low rumbling growl that rumbled from it’s chest. ” CA filth…. go home…not wanted no warning agin give they.”

His face neck and shoulders heavily scarred, the Cesti warrior was easily as massive as Balkiir and was armed to the teeth with Cesti blades. On it’s shoulder a remote operated plasma pistol tracked the movements of its nearly bald head.

The stench of the Cesti wafted Van's way, and even over the garbage in the alley he could scent the thing. To Van, one Cesti looked like another, but to his arm top computer, they were as distinct as snowflakes. He had the binoculars trained on the thing, and data being fed directly to his facial recognition software. There was a soft chirp as the computer finished running its program. Van looked down at the screen and saw the Cesti's face alongside a name, Aruhn and a reward, which looked like one hundred thousand. "Hmmph" Van snorted as he realized that he would barely brake even on this run when he figured in rental fees and such. He would have to hang out here and hope another wanted slime ball showed face so he could collect on two bounties. It was the only way he could make any money these days. First I gotta pop ol' Aruhn there, and he looks like a tough customer...

Van decided against the forward approach, instead waiting for the Cesti to pass by his spot. He would then step out of the Alleyway and shoot the thing in the back of the head. It was messy, but fast and Van wanted this over with fast. He didn't want to end up dodging plasma or worse get into it hand to hand with the Cesti, who looked like a walking Gensu commercial.

As he stepped out he caught the blue skinned O'maeda and made sure his anti telepathy screen was engaged. Wouldn't do to have a mind freak warnin the walking shag carpet before Van could collect, no sir-ee bob.

There was no pretext to Van's action, he simply stepped up behind the furry thing, pointed his .50 cal pistol at the back of that big hairy knoggin and pulled the trigger.

OOC: Rolls Right hand 13 damage 13, Left hand 14 damage 10.
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There's a chirp as Aziza phones in to T'risa's communicator.
"T'risa K'mahda, you should being aware that hostile large Cesti from inferior Pasha clan was seen speaking to blue woman on station.  I am suggesting this is being unfortunate and hopeful this is being different blue woman, contact with rival clan is ill-advised.  Pashas may being to try to sabotage mission."

T'risa was shocked when the Cesti was attacked from behind. She instantly drew her plasma pistol from her shoulder holster ready to shoot the potential assassin. The chirp from her communicator distracted her for long enough to avoid shooting her would be protector. T'risa moved quickly back and away from the Cesti to one side, giving herself some room to move as she fired at the Cesti.

She used her mind to contact Pepper and the Valkiir.
"The Cesti is seeking a confrontation with us. He may have been paid to so. Treat him as hostile."

    With speed that startled everyone Aruhn spun to face his attacker even with two rounds delivered point blank the massive blood drinker snarled in pur rage, a sound that rattled the walls and sent civilians running for their lives, eyes red with rage the Powerful Cesti seemed to be totally focused on Olween.

    Without any words other than the enraged roar he lashed out a mass of claws fangs and piss poor social attitude, even before the Cesti could react the automated weapon on his shoulder spun and locked on three needle thin lines of light eroing in on Olweens chest as the muzzle of the weapon began to glow with the impending discharge of highly charged plasma.

SECURITY BREACH LEVEL SIX WEAPONS DISCHARGE DETECTED ALL SECURITY TEAMS RESPOND>>>>>>> SECURITY BREACH>>>>>>>>>

  OOC: Combat initiated, I need initiative rolls from all interested parties.

T'risa sighted along the barrel of her blaster pistol. She wished that Aziza had called her with a bit more advanced notice. Seeing the large Cesti in her sights she fired, hoping it might bring the barely sentient monster down. As soon as she fired, she'd realised she'd made a mistake. There would be no answers from a corpse. She decided to try commmunicating with everyone nearby.

"Non-lethal weaponry if possible. We need him alive."


Initiative:14
AC:16 (17 vs Aruhn)(19 vs Melee/Ballistic from Ahrun)
DR:2
Attacks Blaster pistol attack on Cesti

Die roller display
20:02, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 11 using 1d20+4. Blaster pistol Attack
20:03, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 17 using 2d8+1. Blaster pistol damage.
Ignores 1 DR Armor
OOC: Holy crap! Van is a killing machine. He rolls +12 on attacks!!!

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Van was unintimidated...in fact he was the opposite of intimadated, he was both angry at the Cesti for not having died and thrilled that the thing would now provide him with an actual challenge. On his face was something like a combination of a snear and a grin as from a standing position he lept into the air and did a cartwheel sommersault. At the top of his sommersault's arc he will be looking directly down at the cesti's head and will deliver another one-two punch from his heavy pistols. Regardless of whether or not he actually hits the Cesti, he will land behind the creature and if it is still standing he will hit it with a third one-two punch from the hand cannons he carried.


He heard the alarms and silently swore his frustration. He would have to whip out his Colonial Marshal's badge and send the security personal scurrying away, squirting poo on themselves as most security bozos did when confronted by a real Law Officer. The swear was because he knew he would not be able to maintain a low profile now and would likely as not get no more good bounties while here. Another trip would end in a break even situation. Van was disgusted at not getting any money out of this.



Int 28
AC 28
DR 4/-
Jump - 10
Tumble - 27
Attack - Two weapon combo, both .50 cal pistols so (-2) to each roll.
Die Roller Display: Note -2 Penalty not applied.
From above-
22:05, Today: Kale Van Olween rolled 20 using 1d20+12. Gun #2.
22:05, Today: Kale Van Olween rolled 15 using 1d20+12. Gun #1.
From Behind-
22:09, Today: Kale Van Olween rolled 20 using 1d20+12. Gun #2.
22:09, Today: Kale Van Olween rolled 28 using 1d20+12. Gun #1.
OOC: Yea, emphasis on the machine part of killing machine. ;-)
GM, please add +2d6 to any damage rolls as Van is using double tap.
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He ran, not much had been going on and he was bored. That and if another teammate was in trouble...well the military had taught him what to do. His boots had barely hit the upper catwalks when he found a spot that gave him a clear line of sight. The rifle came up and his arms. His finger rested gently on the trigger. One breath, a heartbeat. An eternity it seemed. He slowly pulled the trigger. Even at this distance it was like he was as close as the guy with the pistols.


Init:17
Ac:20
DR:0
Laser Sniper Rifle +10
Damage: 3d8

OOC:Enemy should be flatfooted as I am shooting from something like 675 ft away.



22:45, Today: Victor Grym rolled 15 using 3d8. Damage.
22:44, Today: Victor Grym rolled 14 using 1d20+10. Laser Sniper Rifle.
22:44, Today: Victor Grym rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Init.

Balkir was about to respond to his comrades when the big Cesti gave them all a piece of his mind, an unwelcome piece at that. He was about to come back at the monster with some sort of retort and to tell him they were law-enforcers. But before he could even begin to speak the shots from the over-zealous bounty hunter rang out. Balkir swore, all he wanted was a quiet day, was that too much to ask. He decided it was as the monster did not die but became even more enraged rather. He swore again.

It was almost a leisurely thing for Balkir, drawing his sword was, he had done it a million times against worse odds than this. He sighed one last time and gritted his teeth. He was suddenly in motion. His large frame barrelled forward the sword held over his head. With one powerful blow he brought the sword down aiming for the creatures back. The shot was sloppy and not the best that a trained Valkiir soldier could do.

OOC

21:45, Today: Balkir Kolvul rolled 15 using 1d10+8. Damage from sword should it hit
21:45, Today: Balkir Kolvul rolled 20 using 1d20+11. Charge attack with sword.
21:32, Today: Balkir Kolvul rolled 11 using 1d20+2. Initiative

Leoulin frowned, a security breach?  Damn... and he was going to go for a ride on a ship later...

He tightened some straps on his gloves as he arrived not too terribly far from the scene of combat, but still not close enough to join.  He'd had to focus on running and not damaging things to get here in this amount of time.  He would join if there was still a threat in a few seconds.

"...I've never had a love for dogs or cats particularly, but if there are agents swinging at it, I'm really sorry if they started it..."

 Within seconds the powerful Cesti finds himself  the target of  an unbearable onslaught of fire from the CASAR team and Marshals. The salvo of 12mm rounds fro Van Olween left everyone in the area with ringing ears and a nose full of cordite fumes. The Bullets punched into the heavy hide of Ahrun. Landing heavily, the Marshal had to brace himself with his hand lending in a three point stance as he finished his leap.
A second later out of the dimly lit catwalks at the top of the cavernous opening of the pit a laser bolt sliced through the air catching the Cesti enforcer broadside searing a a patch of fur, hide and muscle reducing it to ash and char. T’risa added to the carnage with a blast form her weapon, tearing a shallow cut into the side of her target living raw flesh behind as the majority of the bolt  was absorbed by an innocent looking vending machine sending a spray of soda and syrup across the floor.

Even as Ahrun spun prepared to spring on Van Olween an obscene curse roared at the top of his mighty lungs, the cesti felt the power of a Valkiir man, the heavy blade cut deep into the enforcers flank, spraying blood across Balkiir, T’risa and Pepper. With a pitiful groan the heavy Cesti staggered and collapsed, falling face first on the floor blood flowing from his wounds and the smell of charred meat and burning hair filling the air.

It was obvious what had been an attempt to intimidate and dissuade the CA-SAR had ended in an impromptu firing squad for the wanted Clan enforcer. A silence louder than thunder followed the roar of the guns, no one moved no one spoke, the witnesses to the massed power of the team looked at each other and then found somewhere else to be in a damn big hurry.

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OOC: Obviously combat is terminated, the treat is neutralized... while not dead ahrun is heaed for Intensive Care and probably some serious reconstructive surgery before being shipped back to Stygia for trial.

T'risa quickly holstered her plasma pistol. The singed smell from the fur was mildly distressing, but at least the enforcer was alive and thus could answer questions, willingly or not. She ignored the blood all over her clothes, it could be washed off and hopefully she wouldn't need to take them along on this trip. She wiped her hands clean as best she could.

She walked forward in front of the Cesti. The beast was unconscious. Her voice took on a commanding tone. She was curious about the acrobatic pistoleer, but the questions had to come first.

"Balkir, Pepper I might be occupied for a few minutes. Keep a watchful eye, in case this one has friends."

She reached for her communicator.

Aziza. Do you have any further information for me regarding our would be attacker?"

Without waiting for answers she began reaching forward into its thoughts seeking the answers to the questions she had.

Van stands, keeping one pistol trained on the Valkiir and the other he slowly holstered. As T'risa moves up on HIS Cesti he moves in front of her, blocking her path. The hand that had holstered the pistol moves to pull out his Colonial Authority Marshal's barge from underneath his shirt. It is hanging from a simple silver neck chain. He puts the ID only an inch or so from her faces and barks out,

"Back off you Mind Witch. I'm a Colonial Authority Marshal, here to collect a bounty. This Cesti is wanted on a half dozen worlds and is worth a lot of money to me. YOU need to slow your roll and back your shit up before I ventalate your cranium like I did his, capice? That goes for the rest of you half-wits to, and the sniper - wherever he is. You take a shot at me you get the whole CA up your ass. This is your only warning - back the hell up or ELSE!"

It should be noted that anyone making a sense motive check will find that: a) Van ain't bluffing, he will kill anyone who threatens his bounty & b) Van never read how to win friends and influence people. Instead he is using his weapon and his demenour to intimidate.

Intimidate 10 total including Action Point
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T'risa's eyes blazed. Her hair started unfurling from her head as her teeth gritted. She pointed her finger directly in the midst of the mans chest.

"I don't care if he's wanted on half a dozen other worlds, it's what he does on this station that concerns me. This beast is a material witness in an ongoing investigation. He was seen accepting payment and given a target. That makes it a crime on this station and under my jurisdiction."

T'risa pulled her own badge out from her fatigue pocket, holding it up against the mans face.

"You'll find it a lot harder to ventilate my cranium than I will find it emptying yours. You're not the only CA Marshal on-station. Now back off and let me get on with my job or I'll have your authority revoked for obstruction."

10:40, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 24 using 1d20+13. Intimidate. I got you beat...and I didn't use a weapon.
10:45, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Sense Motive and yup, I know you ain't bluffing....but neither am I.

He mentally smiled yeah he didn't get credit for the kill alone but hey another target down. His scope moved to the other unknown gunman, this one pulling something out and waving a gun in his teams face. He zeroed in on the object and nearly burst out laughing. "This one should play out nicely." he said to noone in particular. He got up resting the weapon in the crook of his arm he started making his way down to the others.

His walk was slow and unconcerened, he pulled a pack of smokes out of the trench and lit one. Takeing a long drag before exhaling a large cloud of smoke. His face was a mask as he drew closer to the standoff. Merelly leaning against a wall well within sight of the others.

"You know you should be careful, she has back up. And I don't see anyone running to help you out." HE said his voice calm and cold.

Balkir almost laughed as the man pointed a gun at him. In fact he did a little. He pulled his lighter out and relit his cigar. As he stuffed the lighter away back in his pockets he looked Kale right in the eyes. "I don't give a shit whether your CA or whatever. If ya don't get that pistol outta my face your day will become a lot worse." he stated simply, he wasn't trying to scare the man at all, not trying to do any of that game he was playing. He wasn't scared of some punk bounty hunter. Even an ordinary Valkiir wouldn't frighten easily and Balkir was no ordinary Valkiir. He pulled his sword out of the unconcious cesti. "Fucking cats." he grumbled as he puffed on his cigar. He let the commander take over the 'diplomatic precedings'. He turned to Pepper. "Sorry for the blood, darlin'" he said leaning on his big blade. He returned his attention to the bounty hunter. "And don't call my C.O. a witch or I'll have to slug ya one." he said on his commanders behalf.

Leo smirked, "We're all CA...  At least for the time being.  You'd be the other Marshal we're waiting for to get off this hunk of debris and actually start our next mission.  It's more than likely however that before you can properly fire on her, I'll smash your fingers and execute you for assaulting a CA Marshal.  All of you fools with weapons though, had best scoot, unless you want to hold us up for further days as an inquiry is run on the firing of projectiles in a sealed habitat environment.  You do know that one wondrously bad shot vents EVERYTHING in this place right?  I've got a badge, and no weapons.  Nor do I need either.  I'll say I got here after everything was over with, and it'll take some time to get you the credits for the bounty, then Miss Omaeda here will have the honor of checking her messages every few hours to see that the stinky foul beastie is properly serving for its crimes... but, we can still be under way in a few hours, as opposed to weeks.  We're still shy some assault team in case things go badly, but I'm certain they'll show up relatively soon.  Someone talk to Rhic about getting the records of security for this sector cleaned up while we get ready to leave..."

It was quite funny to him, but the more formal security would be here any time and they were not mindlessly obedient to the CA badge.  Some of them might even enjoy snubbing their noses at the CA's authority.  Leo didn't want any reasons for delay...

   Pepper looked up still stunned by the sudden violence, She looked down at he clothes spattered with Cesti blood, and then to T'risa and The Slightly crazed cyborg holding the guns.
    OoooooKayyy...my ears must be messed up..I thought I heard a Marshal Threaten another one." She looked at the guns and then back up to the cyborg looking unimpressed. You see most times I'm willing to let Bounties work themselves out..But My ears are bleeding, my hairs a mess and someone’s brains are on my face.

        Pepper wiped the lump of gore off her cheek. So pipe down! The Bounty office will hash out who gets what, and anybody fires those guys in armor with the assault trifles might get pissy."

   She jerked a thumb over her shoulder to a trio of Security troopers led armed and armored for a fight. Their visors were down and they were moving in a fashion that gave the impression they were more than ready to deal with a problem if it escalated.

T'risa placed her badge away in her pocket.

"Well, Marshal Kale it seems like you have a choice. Accept things gracefully and allow me to read the mind of the beast, or well....I will not elaborate on the other choice, but it can only end poorly."

T'risa watched the man for any sign of reaction.

   " You ain't heard the last of this witch." Kale snarled looking around at the guns in the hands of the growing mumber of security and CASAR personnel. <blue>" You might want to watch our back, don't screw up witch...I'll be right there if you do."

    Without another word Klae holsered his weapons, kicked the bloodied corpse and stalked off toward the bounty office, shoving a SEC-trooper out of his path as he went. " Tag that meat, KVO-1295 arresting officer."

T'risa reflected on the choices that had led her on the road to becoming a CA Marshal. There were indeed many people who would take an opportunity to end her career more permanently. This was another. The queue was long. She breathed in a deep sigh once Kale had left.

"Now that....was awkward."

She walked over to the individuals dealing with the disposition of the Cesti's body. She was deeply displeased that the Marshal had delayed her for long enough that the Cesti had died. She now had no leads on which one of her enemies had paid it to waylay her.

" I would also lay a claim on the Cesti, on behalf of myself and all of the officers I have deputised."

She gave the man her badge number and the names of all of the CA-SAR personnel she'd be working with. They might get a cut, they might not. The bounty office would determine. She suspected he could have finished off the beast himself, but the work on the part of the others deserved recognition.

She wiped some of the grosser elements of the Cesti off her clothes displeased that what should have been an excellent shopping expedition had ended up in near disaster.

"Pepper, was that Marshal the one due to join our expedition?"

She had a sneaking suspicion he may well have been. Two Marshals in close proximity would be by all accounts a rather rare thing. She motioned for everyone to draw closer an apologetic look on her face.

"Thank you all for your contributions. It shows that we all work well as a team. A relationship I hope we will preserve going forward. You have my apologies for the incident, but it seemed unavoidable. I will not apologise for who I am or for trying to do my job. It is the nature of my job to upset those who would impede my investigation and sadly it seems as though the delay itself was sufficient to eliminate a line of inquiry. I'd never have dreamed of a day when a Marshal would try to hamper me."

T'risa looked over to Pepper.

"Pepper, our shopping expedition may be cut short. Let's finish up quickly. I intended to treat everyone for lunch as a way for us all to learn a bit more about one another, but as of this moment I have no real appetite....so perhaps on our return?"

A chorus of mewling grunts and growls interrupts on the communicator.
"Humans make access hatch too tiny!  Robot, fetch bearing lubricant from locker 5."
Aziza moans and there's a crackling sound over the com.
"Arahn is being enforcer for worthless inferior Pasha clan, muscles to be using violence to achieve Pasha political goals.  He is not working on-station unless there is being other, smarter Pasha holding leash."

  Yeah my appitite just died too." Pepper sighed as she watched the security and medical team clearing away the carnage." You guys might want to get to the ship ASAP these sorts have back up most of the time and I have had enough high decibel exposure for one day..."

   With a bright smile she gave T'risa a hugg and a peck on the cheek turned to Balkiir leaned way up and gave him a peck on the cheek, hen with a flourish swooned slapping him playfully on the center of his chest." Tell me you got brothers...

   turning to Leoulin she kissed him playfully and straightened a wisp of hair that had gotten out of place in the jog fro the office." Mister spooky... She smiled and waved to Victor,<blue>" Do me a favor, don't let anyone shoot these guys in the butt."

   " I'll have the goods delivered to the ship, they should be there before they get the Crow prepped for Hyper.

Balkir watched fairly impassively as the final events unfolded. He wiped his blade off on one of the legs of his pants. He slid it back into its sheath and watched the group disperse and then the Tac-guards arrive. As Pepper approached he smiled. "I got seven brothers, none of 'em measure up to me." he said with a laugh. He looked at the group and puffed on his cigar. "Alright kids, I'll meet ya at the ship, gotta get my personal effects." he said with a smile wave as he turned and headed out.

He merely shrugged at the other Marshal's display. Finally lowering his weapon to a more relaxed position and thumbing the safety on. He nodded at Pepper's comment before turning sharply on his heel and heading back towards the ship.

Heading to the ship with the others Leo smiled and said, "It's difficult for most people to measure up to you cousin...  See you aboard."

<To the Crow>

T'risa folded her arms across her chest. She didn't have much time, but at least she could supplement her clothing. Time was running short, but she had many advantages that other shoppers did not. She closed her eyes for half a second, blinking them wide open as she headed off into the market.

<to the Crow>
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