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The chief pressed the levers up and then back down as they disappeared in a swirl of light and molecules. They reconstituted in a courtyard that reminded Rende very much of some of the larger country estates of the old English aristocracy. “Hmm…” Her eyes moved about getting a feel for the environment, the people, instinctively identifying possible threats and locations. She was in no rush. They asked them here, not the other way around. “Impressions, Lt?”

Asam, CO

Xam looked around, his eyes darting and taking in small details as he did a full turn and looked around them. “Fancy. And seems like priorities are skewed to the show rather than the substance.” He glanced about again and said “And seem pretty damn chill for folks getting harassed by pirates. Judging from the mannerisms? I’ll chalk it up to a combination of arrogance and over-inflated sense of self. A perfect target… if one was of a criminal mind-set, that is.”

Ra’Ti, Tactical

“Is é. (It is)” Rende turned another circle, “Even their officials are curiosly relaxed. They gave our comms officer quite the tirade about having their time wasted with secure transmissions. Onions like their piracy, but they also enjoy getting one over on a mark. This place is a prime mark.” Seeing no one coming to greet or hinder them, “Let’s walk and see what we find.”

Asam, CO

The pair had no sooner taken a good ten or so steps off where they had materialized, when a grey haired man in his late 60s came out at a leisurely but precise measured steps. From a stately ornate brown-golden colored lined pair of doors. He wore a finely pressed and cared for classical black and white butler outfit that would not have been out of place with such styles of high born serving servants back on Earth in ages past. Tucked under his left arm was a seemingly simple cane with a golden band about it. The only thing that gave it away as being anything but a simple servants cane to Ra’ti in particular, and even then it was only a brief flash before covered up by the man’s elbow, was a pair of tiny depressions near that golden band. They had the air of non-wooden texture and more like button depressions. Perhaps it was some kind of disguised weapon? It would make sense if this man also did duty as a body guard or security. Given even in his late 60s he looked strong and healthy for his age it would not be a surprise if this was currently or in the past the truth of the matter.

”..Greetings, Captain Asam, and to your escort. I am Lord Governor Stiles personal servant and head of ground security. I have been tasked with escorting you to the Lord in his personal offices.” He said, glancing down to where Ra’ti’s phaser was holstered, the bulter seemed to take note of it and perhaps even other locations on their person where such could be considered with a well trained eye. “..Your personal effects remain upon your person. But I must warn you should have danger come from your quarter not only am I still quite able to defend my Lord but so are many others that I have personally trained. If there then is nothing else please follow me?” he said gesturing into the open door, where a stately woman in a black and white maid’s garb stood to the left waiting to close the door no doubt, and then with a broom in hand sweet up any dirt or such that had come in.

GM CockRoach